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Chapter 17

When Saturday rolled over slowly and painfully, Mark and I took the cab, runned across the streets of Boston, and showed up at the place where Aunt Shirley had informed us where we were to practice our dance.  The first hours of learning the dance steps were a complete horror, one which I hated to even think about. We did a little warm up and the basics, and of course Mark's foot got a little swollen because I couldn't even count the time I had stepped on his feet. To say that this dance wouldn't even be successful is an understatement, No. We wouldn't even get past the first steps. 

Currently, we are back at our neighbouring Restaurant, five houses down from my apartment-  The place where Mr Young had brought me one time, when the two of us were too lazy to cook. It was a simple dinner but I still remember