pieces of very light weight paper that you lay over the top of the material to aid in cutting the necessary shapes of fabric to stitch together. The patterns are made for regular sizes. If there is no pattern with the right size, you have to alter the pieces of the pattern to account for the variation in measurements to enable you to cut the correct size pieces of fabric to be sewn together – all of this in order to fit the alternative sized person correctly.”
I played that back in my head quickly and realized why Henry tuned me out. He was totally uninterested in any thing like sewing at all. As a matter of fact when I sewed for him, he complained of having to try things on during the building process. I just thought that he trusted my judgment and didn’t like being interrupted; I’d always interrupted him at the wrong time.
“Did you have to alter the pattern for your blue dress?” He asked, remembering that I had made my beautiful blue dress.
“I didn’t use a ready made pattern for any of the dresses I made for this trip. They were each either my design or Denice’s design and we made the patterns for them.”
Dinner arrived, we ate in relative silence, enjoying our food and the nice white wine Michael ordered. The evening closed in around us. Michael played some 70’s music as background. Some of the tunes made us sway so we decided to clear the balcony and dance. That was another night I would never forget for I closed my eyes only briefly to register that I would need to recall it all at a future date.
Since we knew each other better, our dancing was better. He led me around the balcony with the grace of Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly. There couldn’t have been a better partner for me. I understood every nuance in the pressure of his hand on me. I could anticipate his objectives and was always ready for what ever move he wanted to execute. Our symbiotic style was a picture of unison, an evenly matched duo of completeness.
We danced until we were nearly taken with sleep. The slow dances enabled us to sway and move only minimally helping to reserve as much energy as possible to continue the dance and stay in each others arms.
When the final song ended, I turned off the player and headed for the bathroom and the wardrobe. I put on the clean silk pajamas that Denice must have laundered for me, brushed my teeth and washed my hands and face, lotion-ed up and headed back to the balcony.
Michael had prepared our lounge chair beds side by side with the small table between them, music playing softly, a candle burning and he had put a candy on each of our pillows.
I waited at the rail for Michael to finish in the bathroom. I didn’t know if he had some kind of ceremony planned – well, I saw the candle and I wondered.
When he joined me at the rail, he was wearing a pear of boxer shorts and had two bottles of water in one hand.
He led me to bed; we sat, ate our candy, and resisted the urge to kiss each other good night. Michael had an idea and altered things by planting his good night kiss on my neck that sent a shiver through me and then through him. We both froze; when all was settled down we took up our cots and made sweet talk until we fell asleep.
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