The Dance
Mary’s voice held fear. “Mum, maybe we should go back inside.”
My eyes were fixed upon him. “No, it’s fine. He won’t hurt us. I’ve known him since I was born.”
Joseph Kerr strolled over. Gods, he was beautiful. “Never expected to see you here!”
My heart pounded. “I’m sure you recall my housekeeper, Mrs. Mary Spadros.”
His eyes never left mine. “A pleasure.”
“Whatever are you doing here?”
Joe had the most glorious smile. The smile of a free and happy child, so radiant that you couldn’t help but smile too.
Joy and liberation lay in that smile, a smile of someone who felt utterly safe and free.
It pulled me to him.
Joe chuckled fondly. “I’ve been hired by a catering service. I spend my days with dishes. Washing, stacking, traveling beside them, carting them around.” He too
