There was a perverse kind of pleasure for Miriam as she watched her friends’ reactions to her statement, a thrill trilling up her spine. She hid her smile behind her wineglass, taking a furtive sip. Aliza and Sarah’s eyes had widened in surprise, and Rivka looked absolutely horrified.
“That’s what you want to do for your birthday?” Aliza asked, her green eyes slowly returning to normal size.
“I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while. And I found the perfect place.”
One of Miriam’s college friends, Vanessa, had visited over the summer, and they’d managed to find a time to grab coffee. It was fun catching up with her, revisiting old memories from their ballroom dancing days together and reviving long quiet urges in Miriam to dance again.
It had been a while since Miriam had danced, and she missed it. The ballroom club at college had been a welcome refuge from school, part-time jobs, and her community. The overlap between ballroom dancers and Orthodox Jews was a miniscule Venn diagram. She’d found friends, exercise, and fun times amongst the dancers. It was sad that upon graduation, moving to the city, and starting her full-time job, dancing had fallen to the wayside. There were only so many hours in the day to do all the things adults had to get done.
But Vanessa managed to keep dancing in her life. Their conversation sparked Miriam to scour the internet to...
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