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 Dad’s฀Cornea฀Transplant Something,฀maybe฀the฀music฀on฀the฀hospital฀PA— soothing฀and฀old,฀those฀big฀band฀sounds that฀spun฀sex฀on฀the฀,฀women’s฀long฀hair loose฀and฀wavy,฀Fred฀and฀Ginger฀at฀the฀Bijou— something฀transported฀Mom,฀girlish฀again, dreamy,฀telling฀me฀how฀they฀met฀at฀a฀dance, how฀he฀moved฀slowly฀toward฀her฀in฀a฀baggy฀suit. And฀I฀knew฀what฀she’d฀say฀next— she฀didn’t฀have฀nylons฀because,฀remember, it฀was฀just฀after฀the฀war,฀so฀she฀knew he’d฀ask฀her฀friend฀to฀dance,฀the฀one฀who฀wore hose,฀seams฀traveling฀up฀the฀back฀of฀her฀legs, up฀under฀her฀skirt.฀But฀she฀remembers he฀turned฀instead฀toward฀her,฀and฀her฀laugh฀is bare฀white฀legs฀barely฀touching฀the฀crease in฀his฀gabardine฀pants,฀their฀two฀sets฀of฀feet straining฀at฀the฀sharp฀right฀angles,฀the฀box฀step tracing฀the฀shapes฀of฀the฀parquet฀floor, their฀bodies฀the฀tug฀of฀a฀tethered฀kite. What฀an฀artist฀might฀show฀with฀a฀glint฀of฀white in฀the฀iris,฀the฀eye฀alert฀to฀the฀merest฀gust฀of฀wind rippling฀the฀lake,฀a฀black฀bass฀in฀the฀shadow of฀the฀dock,฀the฀sweep฀of฀its฀tail฀and฀delicate฀fins holding฀its฀place฀against฀the฀current. ...

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