She loved to dance.
At her sister’s wedding, she waltzed sedately around the floor and found her passion. Lost in the music, she began ballroom dancing, and next, a sexy Latin American style. Dressed in wispy, floaty costumes, she cha-chaed and samba-ed to the smooth seductive rhythms of the Latin guitar, trombones, and drums.
Her husband was a quiet man who didn’t dance but complained much, so she went out dancing alone.
Her husband sat up waiting for her, but she didn’t come home.
She and Fernando, an Argentinian dancer, tangoed into the dawn to the plaintive wail of the saxophone.