Pas de Deux
Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy. -- Groucho Marx Chassé, emboité, jeté, Kathy and I danced around the den practicing our Pas de Deux, dance for two for you non-French speakers. We were at my house because we could be alone. My folks owned a Rexall, my dad was the pharmacist and mom ran the cash register, so they worked a lot. Usually, I had to work there too, but if I had to practice, like this Saturday, I was excused. This morning there had been the typical scene in...