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Whenever I think about Walton's Mountain and my family

I remember mostly the feeling of love

and happiness we all shared.

But though the mountain never changed,

there were times, rare times

when those we though the closest

found themselves at odds.

It happens in all families, I suppose

and it happened one day in ours.

-Good morning, John-Boy. -Good morning, Son.

-Hello. -Hi, John-Boy.

Running late?

No, I got up early. Cooked myself some breakfast.

That's where that greasy frying pan came from.

I'm sorry, Grandma.

Come on, children, hurry up. You'll be late for school.

You still haven't told us about the dance, Mama.

What dance, honey?

Here, in the circular. A big barn dance tomorrow night.

The livery stable. Liv, when did we last go dancing?

Back about the turn of the century, I imagine.

-Think you still remember how? -I think I could manage.

Can we go, Mama? All of us?

Your father and I will talk about it.

We'll let you know in time.

Does it say who the caller's going to be?

Oglethorpe Hansen. Have a look.

-Best caller in the county. -Never heard of him.

Oglethorpe's just his professional name.

Don't you remember Fred Hansen?

That long-legged beanpole.

He was the best dancer this side of the James River.

Maybe then, but not now.

Did you know him, Grandma?

Quite well.

You should've seen them both sashaying around that floor

-cutting fancy steps-- -Green Eyes is jealous.

I may have danced a lot with Fred

but I always saved our special waltz for you.

-What was that, Grandma? -My Wild Irish Rose.

She was so wild. By the time she finished dancing with him

she was so worn out, she couldn't keep up with me.

-Come on, children. Hurry up. -Off you go.

-Bye, Daddy. -Goodbye, honey.

-Alright, take care now. -Bye, Grandma.

Alright. Slow down there.

What was that song, Pa?

* Wild Irish rose the sweetest flower that grows *

* And some day for my sake *

* She may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose *

-Morning, ma'am. -Morning.

I'm from the Jefferson County Electric Company.

John!

Your bill's way past due, ma'am.

I know. We've been meaning to send it in but.

What is it, Liv?

This man is from the electric company.

Your bill's past due, and my orders are

either to collect it or turn off your power.

-We've been expecting you. -I got a lot of rounds to make.

If you ain't got the money.

Do what you have to do. It's around back.

Folks, I'm awful sorry, but I've got my orders.

What's going on out here?

The electric company's gonna turn off our electricity.

Couldn't pay the bill.

-They can't do that. -I'm afraid they can, Pa.

-John? -I'm going over to Anker Barnes.

He's owed me moneyfor lumber for three weeks.

He's in the same boat we are. Nobody's got the cash.

I can at least ask him.

Maybe he's got enough to turn the power on tomorrow.

It's a shame, that's what it is. A shame and a disgrace.

Exactly 22 cents to our name.

-Here, Grandpa, you take this. -Why me?

Candles. We'll need some light when the children come home.

That is a very good idea.

Maybe I'd better get on down to Ike Godsey's now.

I've been so fearful this day would finally come

when we couldn't pay our bills.

If you fear a thing enough, you're asking for it.

-Why, Mr. Walton! Come in. -Miss Emily.

-Sister, it's Mr. Walton. -Good morning, Mr. Walton.

Ladies, I have called to make you a proposition.

Oh, my goodness.

I happen to know you've got some loose drainpipes

that need fixing. I don't want you bothering me

when it gets to be bad weather. So I will fix them for $2.50

and the use of your automobile

to go to Charlottesville this afternoon.

You're going to Charlottesville this afternoon?

I aim to, if it's a bargain.

It's a bargain, on one condition.

-What's that? -That you take us with you.

Ladies, it will pleasure me to do so

providing I can make one business stop before 5:00.

Now lead me to those pipes.

John-Boy, have you ever been to a barn dance before?

Yeah.

-What happened? -What do you mean?

You've been to a dance, you know what happens.

Last year, when Mama was sick.

That was different. I was with G.W.

What happens if you're not with anybody?

I don't know what you'd do. You're a girl.

But I being a boy have to pick my partner first.

What if nobody picks me?

I guess you have to pick somebody. You could pick Jason.

-No. -If you had to.

My own brother?

You just start off together, silly, and then you switch off.

Then pretty soon, everyone's dancing with everyone else.

Jason doesn't even know how to dance.

This would be a perfect time for him to learn.

I'm not gonna teach him.

I see the children, but I don't see Zeb.

Don't worry, Grandma. He'll be along.

I can't help worrying.

That old fool could've been to the store

and back 15 times by now.

Grandma, if anything had happened, we would've heard.

-Hi, Mama! -We're home.

Put your books away, children, and start your chores.

-Okay. -I wanna listen to the radio.

John-Boy, I wanna talk to you.

I want you to go down to Ike Godsey's

and see if you can find your grandpa.

We sent him there this morning to get some candles.

Candles?

The power company turned off the electricity.

-I knew that was gonna happen. -Hurry up, will you?

Grandpa's been gone all day. Your grandma's worried sick.

You know where he is, don't you? He's down at Ike's playing pool.

What's wrong with that radio?

I wanna listen to Jack Armstrong.

I'll explain it to you.

What a beautiful day for a drive.

-Isn't this a treat, Emily? -It certainly is.

You're a splendid driver, Mr. Walton.

Thank you. I hope I get my license back soon.

When Mamie drives, we sing tunes

and she keeps time with her foot on the accelerator.

It makes for such a joyful ride.

If you ladies care to raise your voice in song

I'll be happy to keep time with you.

* On top of Old Smokey *

* All covered with snow *

* I lost my true lover *

* For courting too slow *

* Now courting is a pleasure *

* And parting is grief *

And then it's got the different sizes

so that you can grind anything you want to.

Hey, John-Boy.

Why don't you look it over and I'll be right back?

Hey, Ike. Is my Grandpa around?

Nope. I ain't seen your grandpa in three or four days.

That's funny. My mama sent him here

this morning to pick up some candles.

Candles?

Yeah, we need some candles.

A lot of folks need candles these days

but I ain't seen your grandpa, John-Boy. Not today.

That's really strange.

Ike, we need those candles so.

I'm sure my grandpa's got some money on him.

Could you let me have them

and I'll pay you back when I find him?

I guess it's okay. I'll be right with you, folks.

How many do you need, John-boy?

Uh, seven or eight ought to do it.

Come on, ladies.

This will have to be our last stop.

They don't let me drive much after twilight

and it'll soon be getting dark.

Yes.

We'll get on home as soon as we pay our respects

to Mr. Harper.

There you are.

Ladies, what a pleasure it is to see you again.

Good day, Mr. Harper.

We just couldn't visit town without stopping in.

Good to see you again, Zeb.

Papa purchased his medicine from Mr. Harper during the illness.

It was a pleasure to do business

with such a distinguished gentleman as Judge Baldwin.

Mr. Harper used to deliver the medicine personally

all the way to our house.

And he never left without sharing some of the Recipe.

The Recipe.

We have a surprise for you.

You don't mean to tell me.

It's from a batch that Papa made in 1925

and we only share it with very special people.

Well, I declare! How very thoughtful of you.

You must let me do something for you. I know.

How about three chocolate sodas on the house?

-Mr. Walton, have we time? -Chocolate?

It's been a long time since I've had a soda.

I don't see how a chocolate soda

could possibly interfere with my driving.

Let's indulge ourselves.

Mr. Harper, your hospitality is positively overwhelming.

Alright, three chocolate sodas coming up in a jiffy.

Why don't you browse around?

I'll call you when they're ready.

-Isn't he a lovely gentleman? -He seems to be.

Look, Sister. Perfume.

It smells positively wicked.

What do you expect? Look at that name. L'Amour.

Those French women have no shame.

There seems to be all kinds here.

"My Rapture."

I think I'd like to get some of that for my Esther.

What kind does she prefer, Mr. Walton?

I don't exactly remember. It's raspberry, I think.

Raspberry?

That is her favorite flavor in a punch drink. Raspberry.

Here's a nice cologne. Evening Mist.

It don't exactly smell like raspberry to me.

But it's light and delicate. And it's only 39 cents.

39 cents. I think maybe I could go for that.

Do you suppose he'd wrap it up as a gift for me?

I'm sure he will.

There you are, ladies. All set.

Don't they look delicious!

They certainly do.

Mr. Harper, would you wrap this as a gift for Mr. Walton?

I'd be happy to. That's 39 cents.

-Here you are. -Thank you, sir.

-Isn't this a treat, Sister? -A divine treat.

Life just has its little rewards, doesn't it, Mr. Walton?

Indeed it does.

Grandma, we ought to light the candles

and feed the children now.

Where could that old man be?

He's probably out with John somewhere.

John-Boy said that Zeb never reached Ike Godsey's store.

He could be lying alongside the road somewhere hurt or....

Come on, Grandma, let's feed the children.

That's a dog. That's Reckless.

It's got a split lip.

-Make a crab, John-Boy. -A crab?

It's like a tick going up a leg.

It's upside down.

Hello, everyone.

Hi, Daddy.

It's like old times.

Daddy, watch John-Boy make a crab.

Know how to make a duck? Watch this.

Isn't Zeb with you?

No, Ma. I was out trying to sell a hog all day with Anker Barnes.

Got the money, too.

What's wrong?

Grandpa started for Ike Godsey's store this morning

shortly after you left.

Only he never got there, and we have no idea where he is.

I think we should drive around and see

if Zeb is with one of the neighbors.

Alright, Ma.

We've had dinner, but I'll keep your supper warm.

Let's go.

John, stop.

There's something over there at the side of the road.

No, Ma, it's nothing. It's just an old log.

Nobody home.

Can't say I'm sorry.

If I thought that old man had been in there all day

drinking that Recipe.

He's probably with one of his friends, Ma.

Which one? He's got friends all over these mountains.

You know his friends better than I do. What about Alan?

-Wasn't that. -It sure was, Ma.

You go get him.

Son, what on earth are you doing here?

We've been looking for you, Pa.

John Walton, how nice to see you.

Hello, Miss Mamie and Miss Emily.

Do come in and have some refreshment, Mr. Walton.

I'm afraid not. My ma is waiting in the truck.

Esther?

My goodness. Maybe she'll join us.

I wouldn't be smiling if I were you, Pa.

Mrs. Walton, I'm so happy to see you again.

It's been some time.

That husband of yours just has to be the kindest man

in the entire state of Virginia.

He drove us all the way into Charlottesville.

He's a kind one, alright.

Won't you come in for a visit?

I'm sorry. Got some folks home worried about us.

Maybe some other time, ladies.

Well, if you must go.

Thank you again, Mr. Walton. It was a most delightful trip.

-My pleasure, ladies. -A divine treat.

You better get in now, Pa.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye, all. -Goodbye! Thank you again.

I'll bet you can't guess why I went into town today.

Well, it wasn't to buy candles. You took our last 22 cents.

Candles, my land! I completely forgot about it.

You'd rather go gallivanting around with two single ladies

instead of caring for your own?

Esther, you don't really mean that.

You smell like a June bride.

Alright, then. I just won't tell you.

We will let it be a surprise.

You're the one that's in for a surprise, old man.

You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

I let the kids know that I'm safe and sound.

-Safe, maybe. -You, too?

You could've told us you were driving the Baldwins to town.

What am I, some little shirttail kid

that has to report to his mama every time he turns around?

If you could've seen Grandma worrying all day.

That's the trouble with her. She worries too much.

Where is she? I suppose she's sitting in our room pouting.

I'm gonna go see if she's alright.

If I made her a bed of roses,

she'd only complain about the thorns.

What's she doing? Sitting in there brooding,

without even a lit candle.

At least we'll have the lights tomorrow, thank heaven.

I finally sold that hog Anker Barnes paid me with.

Going in to settle up tomorrow.

There's no need to do that.

That's what I went into town for today.

You did what?

I fixed the Baldwins' drainpipes.

They gave me enough money to pay the bill.

The man will turn it on in the morning.

For heaven's sake, why didn't you tell Ma that?

Because she's been letting her

mind run wild with jealousy here lately.

I decide to let her stew in her own juices.

I still think you ought to tell her.

Nope. Don't tell her, either. It's between the two of us.

She'll find out in the morning.

Maybe then she'll have a regret or two

for the way she's been acting.

Livie, what on earth you got there?

Your bedclothes for the night.

You mean to say she was serious

about having me sleep on that couch?

Sounded mighty serious to me.

We'll just see about that.

Now, see here, old woman, there is a limit to my patience.

Your patience?

Did you spend the day worrying yourself sick?

You don't care about me.

All you care about is having yourself a fling.

Esther, you have got a dark and a suspicious mind.

And you smell to high heaven of toilet water.

It's perfume. There's an explanation for that, too.

You could explain the Depression if you had the chance.

Now, leave me alone? I've taken all I can for one day.

I am not sleeping on any couch.

Alright, then. You take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch.

Esther, I will not put up with this.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Ma, did you at least give him a chance to explain?

There's nothing to explain. He's an old fool and he's proved it.

Ma, I happen to know there's a reason

that he went to Charlottesville.

If you asked him, he'd tell you.

You men. The way you stick together.

Ma, would you at least ask him?

I've done all the listening and talking I'm going to.

If he wants to share my bed at night,

he can share my troth during the day.

I will be saying goodbye.

Where you going this time of night?

If she don't want me in her bed, she don't want me in her house.

Pa, just cool off a bit?

If you have to go, go in the morning.

Yeah, Grandpa. Sleep on it.

It's high time that this family learned

that Zeb Walton can take care of himself.

-Where are you going? -I have a friend.

What do you mean, a friend? What friend? Wait a minute.

Just leave me be.

-Morning. -Good morning, John-Boy.

Where's Grandpa? Did he finish his breakfast already?

-No. -Is Grandpa sick?

No, he's not sick. You hurry up and finish your breakfast.

-Mama, tonight's the night. -What night?

The night of the big barn dance. You said you'd let us know.

I'll let you know later, Mary Ellen.

Why can't make up your mind.

The dance is free. It won't cost a fortune to get in.

I've got so much to think about. We'll talk about it later.

I need to know. I have to iron my dress.

Wouldn't harm you to iron it.

How can you iron without electricity?

That's right.

Put the iron on the stove. That's what grandma used to do.

-It wasn't that kind of an iron. -It was this kind.

So if you want to iron, go right ahead.

I don't have time. Elizabeth, finish this, honey.

-I gotta see Grandpa. -Wait, John-Boy.

What do you want to see him for?

I gotta get some money from him to pay for the candles.

He's not in our room.

Where is he?

Here's some money your daddy gave me.

-Grandma's acting kind of funny. -I noticed.

Alright, you children,

Saturday's chores are waiting. Hurry up.

Daddy.

What's going on around here?

Grandpa left in a huff last night.

He and your grandma were spatting. He had enough.

Where'd he go?

Staying with one of his old cronies, I guess.

What happened?

It seems he worked for the Baldwin sisters yesterday

made a little money, went into Charlottesville,

and paid the electric bill.

He was trying to tell your grandma,

but she was yelling too much.

That's what they're fighting about?

Something like that.

I reckon I better get on over to Ike's.

Finish paying for those candles.

Hey, Ike.

Hey, John-Boy. Am I ever glad to see you.

Did you think I wasn't going to pay you back?

No, it's not this. It's that.

-So he came here? -About midnight.

Woke me up and asked me to bed him down.

I didn't mind last night. But this morning.

I got customers coming in.

You want me to wake him up, is that it?

I'd be much obliged, John-Boy.

Grandpa.

John-boy.

Did you have a good sleep?

I have had worse.

You hungry?

Hungry as I am, I'll get me a soda pop

and a couple of crackers from Ike.

That's no breakfast.

Did your grandma send you down here?

-No, nobody knew you were here. -Just as well.

You're not planning to come home?

Not unless.

Only under certain conditions.

Is the electricity turned back on yet?

It wasn't when I left.

It ought to be back on pretty soon now.

I know. Daddy told me how you paid for it.

Soon as Esther learns the truth, she'll have a change of heart.

I hope so.

In that case, I don't see no harm in letting

certain parties know where I'm at.

If she wants to come here and make her peace

there's no reason to stop her.

You mean, apologize?

Grandma?

It's up to her. Let her conscience be her guide.

-Good morning, Ike. -Good morning, Mr. Walton.

I think I have about 16 cents on me and a powerful appetite.

Wonder if you could fix me up.

Why don't you just look around and see what suits your fancy?

-John-Boy, here's your change. -Just apply it to his bill?

You never can tell when he's gonna need it.

-A soda pop, please. -Coming right up.

Mary Ellen, can't you find something to do?

No.

Then go on outside and play with the other children.

-I don't feel like playing. -Then do some work.

-Go on out and help your mother. -She doesn't need any help.

If you think moping around the house

is going to get you to that dance tonight

you are sadly mistaken.

When I was your age and I just thought

I might get to go to a dance

I did everything to get into my mama's good graces.

I was bright and helpful.

I got everything ready, like the dress.

Mama can at least give me an answer.

Your mama's got a lot on her mind. We all do.

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How did that thing start working?

Take care.

-He turned the power back on. -That's right, Ma.

But you haven't paid the bill yet.

Pa paid it yesterday.

That's why he went into Charlottesville.

But how could he?

He earned some money working for the Baldwin sisters.

Then why didn't he just come out and say so?

I guess you didn't give him any chance to.

-How long have you known? -Since last night.

Then why didn't you tell me?

I promised him I wouldn't.

He said it was just between you two.

There's no fool like an old fool,

and I don't mean your papa.

Poor Grandma. You should have told her, John.

Maybe you're right, but I promised I wouldn't.

It's between them, anyway.

-Guess who I saw at Ike's? -Grandpa!

That's right!

Did he say if he's coming home?

He said he would under certain conditions.

I think he wants Grandma to go see him.

Tell her where he is.

It's up to her what she wants to do about it.

-I could use a hand, son. -Okay.

John-Boy saw Grandpa. He's down at Ike Godsey's.

What was he doing?

Feeling hurt and put out, most likely.

Most likely.

He did what he did for our sakes,

and then not to be appreciated.

If the old fool had just come right out and told the truth.

You know men.

John-Boy was under the impression

he's planning to stay away until.

Till I apologize?

I know it's hard.

I've been meaning to go down to Ike's to price a few things.

I'll see if John-Boy can drive you.

You give me a moment to freshen up.

Are you going to write all this down in your book?

No, not if you don't want me to.

Well, I'd rather you didn't.

But if you were gonna write it down

how would you put it? I mean, how would you have me apologize?

I'd just have you say, "I'm sorry."

I mean, how would you put our meeting?

I guess Grandpa's face would just light up

when you walked in.

You'd be very gentle with him and say, "I'm sorry."

And then he'd probably snatch up his suitcase and say

"Well, let's get on home where we belong, old woman."

I'd like that.

Hi, Mrs. Walton. How are you today?

Morning, Ike.

Just come in to price a few things, if you don't mind.

No, feel free to browse around. Whatever you wish.

-You alone here, Ike? -Yeah, I'm alone.

I thought maybe Grandpa would be here.

No, he left about 15 minutes ago.

That's funny. We didn't pass him on the road.

Did he say where he was going?

Yeah, he was going over to the Baldwin sisters'.

We'll be going home now.

Real life isn't like a story, is it, John-Boy?

-Mr. Walton! Come in. -Morning, Miss Emily.

Sister, it's Mr. Walton.

How nice of you to drop by, Mr. Walton.

Truth is, I forgot that package of perfume

I bought in Charlottesville last night.

You know, that sweet-smelling stuff I got for Esther.

Yes, the cologne.

I've looked in the car, but it's not there.

Perhaps I brought it in with my things. I'll have a look.

-Thank you, Miss Emily. -Won't you sit down, Mr. Walton?

No, I don't believe so.

My joints are a little stiff this morning.

I know just the cure for that. A touch of the Recipe.

Papa always used to say

"There's nothing like a touch of the Recipe

to loosen the man up."

He certainly had something there.

There you are.

Miss Mamie, you are a gracious woman.

Here it is. I did put it in my bag.

Good.

Will we be seeing you at the dance tonight?

Tonight?

There's always the possibility that I might be there.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Hi, John-boy.

However did you know I was up here?

Ike told me.

I got this present for your grandma in Charlottesville

and I forgot it at the Baldwin sisters' last night.

I thought it'd be good to have it with me

if your grandma comes to talk to me.

-She's been down there. -Uh?

She was there when Ike told me you were at the Baldwins'.

I just thought you ought to know that.

Mad?

She was more like an iceberg.

Jealousy. That green-eyed monster.

Why don't you just go home

and explain to her what's been going on?

Because after 50 years I don't think a man

should be responsible for every move he makes.

Here, you take this present on back to your grandma.

Tell her why I went back to the Baldwins'

to get it, then drive me back to Ike's.

You don't really think she's gonna go back there, do you?

No, I don't.

But I just can't put up with her scornfulness any longer.

Maybe it's better just the way it is.

You don't mean that.

When two people start mistrusting one another

maybe it's better for both of them to stay apart.

This thing was just a spat.

You and Grandma need each other like the sun and the moon.

I got me a cousin over in Fluvanna County.

I haven't seen him for quite a spell.

Maybe after a while there, I'll feel better. If not.

Do you realize that this whole thing is a misunderstanding?

Wars have been started on misunderstandings, John-Boy.

Your Grandma and I, we've got a lot in common.

But if she is going to get green-eyed

every time I make a move of my own

that is too hard to put up with.

Now you take me on down to Ike's.

Do as I say, John-Boy.

Come in.

I brought you a sandwich. We've had our lunch.

Thanks, Livie, but I'm not hungry.

Grandma, this thing has gotten completely out of hand.

You know, this is the first real gift

Zeb has given me in years.

Always before, it was something I needed for the house,

something I needed to wear.

You know, one Christmas, when we had real bad weather

he gave me a set of long underwear.

But never toilet water.

Grandma, you should be telling these things to Grandpa.

I would if he was here. I just can't go back down to Ike's.

-We could send John-Boy. -And tell him what?

That Esther Walton is sorry that she's jealous?

I'm not sorry. I've always been jealous of Zeb.

-I love that old fool. -I know.

I'm too proud to go down there.

And he's too proud to come here.

Are you blaming me, Livie?

No.

I guess I'd feel the same way about John.

I've almost finished all the ironing, Mama.

That's a big help, Mary Ellen.

I've done everything, including my party dress.

Good. You'll need it for the dance tonight.

I can go?

You and all the other children, too.

I can't wait to see Grandma's old beau.

-And who might that be? -Oglethorpe what's-his-name.

The guy that Grandpa used to be jealous of.

The one that Grandpa....

used to be jealous of.

Grandma?

I want you to get out of that chair,

fix your hair, and iron your best dress.

-What are you saying? -We are going to a dance.

All of us. The whole Walton clan.

-I can't go to any dance. -You can and you will.

So will Grandpa, if we can get John-Boy to persuade him.

-But-- -It's simple.

It's time grandpa learned that jealousy is a two-way street.

What are you all so spiffed up about?

-I'm going to the dance. -What dance?

What dance? Everybody's going to the dance. The barn dance.

-Your grandma, too? -Grandma?

She's more excited than anyone else.

She's home frizzing her hair.

I think she wants to see that old friend of hers, that caller.

What's his name?

-Fred Hansen. -Yeah, that's him.

-You going, Ike? -Wouldn't miss it.

I didn't know it was getting so late.

You mean to say Esther is getting dolled up

to see that long-legged squirt?

Yeah. I suppose you don't intend to go, do you?

Who says I'm not?

You just hold on.

Break and center. Everybody, swing!

Pack the load and stick out the leg!

Ladies, swing in. Gents, swing out.

Come on, Jason!

Center, and everybody swing!

That's all.

-Esther. -Fred.

You have grown more beautiful than I remember you.

That's not true, but thanks for saying it.

This is my son and my daughter-in-law.

-How are you doing, Fred? -And their youngest.

Mind if I borrow this pretty little lady for a dance?

That's up to her.

-Esther? -It's been a long time, Fred.

And I haven't had a partner as good in all these years.

Looks like it's you and me. All you've gotta do is cut in.

Two can play at this game.

Miss Emily, would you do me the honor?

Would you dance with me?

Now, Esther, you be sure to save me another dance.

I better go back to work now.

Fred, can I make a special request?

Mamie, would you please do me the honor for the next?

Why, Mr. Walton, how divine!

Miss Mamie, aren't they playing My Wild Irish Rose?

Yes, they are.

Miss Mamie, forgive me. I do believe

I've promised that waltz to another.

Excuse me, may I cut in, please?

I didn't recognize the tune, Esther.

I always saved it for you, Zeb.

So you did.

We are all dancers.

In each of us, there is a need to move to the beat of music

to circle, to tempt, to embrace

and finally to move together in pairs.

And when all else of 1934 is forgotten

I will still treasure

this house, this year and this night.

You suppose Miss Mamie was offended

when you quit dancing with her?

She's an understanding woman.

I'm glad.

-Good night, Esther. -Good night, Zeb.

Your feet are cold.

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