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Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-seven : The dance (part one)


(part one)

Thursday evening — 8:14 p.m.

“Oh, thanks,” Sandy said, as she took the cup of hot chocolate from Aden.

She was sitting in camping chairs near the Thatcher Fountain. Fearing it was too cold, Ivan had told Wanda that he didn’t think they should dance tonight. But when Valerie had asked, they felt like they couldn’t say no to both of them. Sandy had gone with them to help where she could. The tall lady of the fountain’s grim silence seemed to whisper her judgements as they arrived.

Sandy had no sooner stopped the car when about twenty people appeared out of the surrounding trees. They had braved the cold rain on the hopes that Ivan and Sissy were dancing tonight. As soon as Teddy posted that they were at City Park and the Thatcher Fountain, dancers from all over Denver started to arrive. Many of Ivan’s old students came to either to watch or to dance. Most of the principle dancers from the Denver Ballet were warming up with Sissy. The crowd was growing. The police arrived to control the crowds and the televisions stations sent people to cover the event.

Everyone wanted to see the dance in the open of City Park. Aden and Delphie had just arrived with warm drinks and plenty of blankets. Aden sat down in the chair next to Sandy.

“Quite a scene,” Aden said.

Sandy nodded and sipped her hot chocolate.

“It’s become kind of a thing,” Sandy said.

“A thing?” Aden asked.

“Oh, I don’t really know what I mean,” Sandy said. “The Instagram account Teddy set up for Ivan and Sissy has something like a million followers.”

“A million,” Aden said. “Really?”

“And growing,” Sandy said. “Sissy said that Ivan’s received requests for big cities around the country for them to come and dance in their parks.”

“What are they going to do?” Aden asked.

“Sissy wasn’t sure,” Sandy said. “Ivan wants to get back to work — for both of them. This is just something fun for them to do, I think, but don’t quote me. I’m taking them to the airport tomorrow morning. I’ll probably find out then or …”

Sandy shrugged.

“What does Ivan say?” Sandy asked.

“He’s had some kind of …” Aden gestured to his heart. “I don’t know what to call it — awakening, I guess. He feels like he’s kept himself separate from everyone and everything. He wants to dive deep into his life for a while and see what that’s like.”

“Nice,” Sandy said.

Aden nodded.

“They have so much in front of them,” Aden said. “It’s probably best that they take it one thing at a time.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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