By this time he's out of his chair, and the music has started -- far away, with saxophones. It swings, salacious, delicious.
And there's always pretty music in the air.
He dances, and Josie Packard moves slowly, sinuously, one foot in front of the other, and lowers herself delicately to sit in the little man's place. Josie blinks once, twice.
"tHroUgH caVeRnS mEaSurElesS tO maN."
And as though on cue, all three -- Josie, Laura, Leland -- turn their heads just a degree too far to watch him dance.
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Date: 2007-02-02 04:07 am (UTC)And there's always pretty music in the air.
He dances, and Josie Packard moves slowly, sinuously, one foot in front of the other, and lowers herself delicately to sit in the little man's place. Josie blinks once, twice.
"tHroUgH caVeRnS mEaSurElesS tO maN."
And as though on cue, all three -- Josie, Laura, Leland -- turn their heads just a degree too far to watch him dance.