"Walt Harlan. You look almost alive. That girl plays like she's talking to God and arguing a little."
"She does," Walt agreed.
"Don't let her leave without a proper thank-you," Mrs. Henshaw said. "And by proper I mean more than a nod."
When Ruth finished the next set, the handful of dancers clapped as if they were a hundred. She wiped the bow on a cloth and found Walt still near the post, plate empty, hat in his hands now because holding something felt necessary.
"Your sister gave me a look," Ruth said. "I think it was approval. Or a warning. Hard to tell with sisters."