Dancing Queen

It was nearly midnight.  My head was beginning to throb. It was the 21st birthday partyof my friend Nancy’s daughter, Amanda. I said goodbye to her parents, then to Amanda. “Thank you for inviting me to your party, Amanda, it was a great night”. ‘‘So good of you to come Alice’ she said and kissed me on the cheek. My bones creaked from sitting so long.   “Ah, you’re not going yet”, Nancy said.  “It’s been a lovely night Nancy. Amanda looks gorgeous.  Steve seems a nice lad”. Steve was Amanda’s latest boyfriend.   I thought he was a fright, spent most of the night propping up the bar.  Nancy had raved about him, his great job, well to do family. That was Nancy.

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