Dancing
Steve, as it turned out, was a fine dancer when he got the hang of it. It also helped that when Peg’s toes fell victim to his beginner’s missteps, Angie was able to take over the lesson. She loved dancing with both of them, loved the differences between Peg and Steve as each held her, leading her around the dance floor.
She stayed home the first time Peg and Steve hit the town, that Saturday night at the Stork club. Because that night was just for them, and it was long overdue, and Angie would’ve felt like an intruder.
After that, though, all bets were off. The three of them had chosen to tackle life together, and life included the crowded dance halls they’d visit when Peg and Steve weren’t doing secret government things, and Angie wasn’t exhausted from her latest show or rehearsal.
This particular night, Peggy wore a red dress that practically had her drooling, Steve, she knew, was having the same problem. As they approached the club, he broke away to hold the door open, like always. Angie smiled her thanks as she passed him, smiled wider when Peggy’s hand touched her back.
Angie shook her head mentally, thinking how funny life was, as she did whenever they went dancing. Steve and Peg, all those years waiting for the right partner, now they both had two of those.
Life was funny that way.