in fourth grade i was standing along the middle/back wall of studio two at the washington ballet. facing the bar, gripping it with two hands i was focused on my tondues till i heard a sniffling from my neighbor to the right. it being the first class of the year in a new ballet studio, i asked her name, it was roseanne, and she was crying. we whispered to each other about what was wrong [she missed her grandfather who had just died]
not doing so well in chemistry, eddie’s 10th grade science teacher suggested that he ask kid in the advanced class to tutor him. matt, a smart, tall, fairly quiet kid, had also spent his childhood relocating across the world for his father’s job. he & the wild child that was eddie got along famously.
matt flew in from alaska for our wedding. i didn’t even recognize him without the foot long beard and fly-away hair that he sported the entirety of eddie & mys courtship. also he was wearing a suit instead of patagonia weather gear. very strange. rose flew in from a semester abroad from costa rica to be at our wedding. her date was her dad, and a very lovely date he was. little did he know he was about to witness…
matt asked rose to dance with him.
this may [or may not] have been taken shortly after the group interpretive dance to “eternal flame.”