“OK, I’m gonna spin you.”
“What? no!”
“Oh come on...”
“No!”
“Yes! You Can do It!’
“Oof!”
The punctuating end to the conversation was a dull thud as she twirled out of control and fell on the sofa. Even as the world tilted and she collapsed into the plush surface, she was laughing. Abe followed her onto the sofa soon after, partly because she wanted him to and partly because she never let go of his hand. She was lucky he was so slight, because he fell directly on top of her.
Their faces were close. Ida was still laughing, the sound high and bright.
“That was dumb!”
“What?”
“That was so dumb. I can barely dance at all and you--”
‘Hey!”
“You’re like ‘hey let's spin this lady and see how that goes!’”
“Number one, I aimed for the sofa on purpose. Number two, I was trying to be roma
