Blame It On Dance

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

Immediately my mind went into overdrive as I considered whether Aunt Jane could be having second thoughts. Three nights later I was extremely restless, tossing and turning in bed when, at about midnight, I thought I heard music coming from the dance studio.

Although the volume was down low I was still able to hear it, then it suddenly stopped. I usually sleep naked so I threw on a pair of track pants and slowly opened the adjoining door — just a crack. I was immediately blinded, just for the seconds it took my eyes to adjust to the light, then noticed mum standing by the CD player dressed in her night attire. She had her back to me so I thought I would sneak up and give her a gruff “So, what’s going on here then!” when suddenly the music started again and she took off dancing a solo Viennese Waltz. I stepped back into the room, just leaving the slightest gap in the door. As I watched I couldn’t help feeling sadness for mum. It had never occurred to me how much the impact of dad’s injury would flow onto her life as well. Not only did she have to cope with the day-to-day work, anger and frustration from my father, but she also had to forgo the one thing they both loved doing together. What had consumed their lives for so long. As mum swirled and turned I could see she was lost to the music, lost to the dance, lost to the moment. It was then that I became acutely aware of just how sexy my mother really was. I guess that witnessing the beauty of her dance was the catalyst that transformed her from my mother to a sexually attractive and desirable woman. Of course it may also have had something to do with the small amount of clothing she was wearing as well.