Album: Lucille's Last Dance

There she was at the Grand Hotel again. The ballroom was not as palatial as she remembered. How many years had it been? Why try to calculate. It was a lifetime ago. The old hotel had been refurbished, funded partially due to the bill Edward had worked so hard to get passed. This Gala grand-re-opening was dedicated to him. Did he ever know how proud she was of him. They would come here and dance until the band refused to play another song. He had just passed the bar when he proposed right there on the dance floor. It wasn't long before they had little time for dancing--his practice and then the campaigns took so much of his time. And, of course as a senator's wife she was expected to act like a proper lady. What a bore, but then it was for Eddie--- ah-- Edward. She would do anything for him.

The band began to play. Oh! they were playing the old songs. Her feet couldn't help but tap to the beat. But those youngsters, try as they might , they really didn't get the steps right. Eddie could have shown them how. No one could cut a rug like Eddie! She was having a hard time sitting still. Then it happened. The song they loved. Why they had won so many contests dancing to it! She would no longer sit there. Dropping her shawl by the table and her purse a few steps later, she darted to the dance floor. Oh who could dance in those old lady shoes? She kicked them off as she made her way to the mirrored platform. She grinned wondering if anyone could see her black lace undergarments or red satin garters reflected in the mirrors. So much for being a proper lady! But oh, Eddie wouldn't mind, would he ?She smiled and glanced heavenward. "Oh, Eddie, this one last dance is for you!"