Chapter 8 -Bren

“I finally figured that out. I think I will fly solo for a while. I need to clear my head and focus on declaring the right major. We are talking about lifelong decisions here,” Rachel added.

“Let’s go out and dance for a while at the club, after I have emptied my dump truck in your space,” Bren wondered. 

"Yes. Let’s do it!” Rachel exclaimed. “I will go in there and pull an outfit together. It’s a great way to chase away the blues,” she agreed.

An later hour, they went to one of the local clubs and danced up a sweat. The dee-jay must have felt that they both needed to forget their troubles. Each song he played kept them moving on their feet and the dance partners were willing and plentiful. When they checked the time and remembered that they each had commitments, they made themselves dance to the door and leave the club. Bren had a flight to catch, and Rachel had an 8:00 a.m. morning class.

December 7, 2024

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