Dance With Me Page #4

Stop!

Stop it!

Mr. And Mrs. Hand...

I come trom the blood

ot Spanish kings.

I am not a marriage counselor.

Now, dancing is tun.

Did you have tun at the party?

- Kind of.

- I did.

Whose tault was that?

Exactly.

Dancing is always tun.

There are no mistakes.

Come, let me show you

something exciting.

Here we go.

And one, two, three, four.

- That's good.

- We're good.

I'm just supposed to rehearse

by myself.

He'd rather go tishing.

How are we supposed to win

if we never practice together?

He's not the only game in town.

You're right.

I say we burn the place down.

Any luck?

Wind shitted with the tront.

Mosquitoes everywhere.

Fish nowhere.

Who's in charge ot the studio

when you're gone?

What happened now?

Patricia was yelling...

the toilet overtlowed...

and a mirror tell down

and broke.

Seven more years of sh*t.

- I cleaned it all up.

- Good.

Here.

- If it tits, keep it.

- Thank you.

- It's cold today. Gracias.

- You bet.

That your truck?

What's lett of it.

Of course I added a Holley carb

and a Hurst shifter.

- Racing cam.

- You bet.

She used to tly.

- I could fix it.

- Fix it?

I don't think so.

I used to love foolin' around

with this old thing though.

I could make it good again.

It needs some major work.

The wheels are even rusted through.

I've got the time.

So I take the number 12

to Jetterson.

Then the number 6.

I take that downtown to what?

So when I get out ot town,

I get oft at County Line.

How many blocks I need to walk?

Fifteen?

Think I don't know

what you're up to?

Is it working?

Where is your tamily?

I'm it.

Where did you grow up?

Nowhere.

My father was in the army.

We moved around a lot.

Always the new girl

in school.

This place has parts

tor old trucks.

Here. 715. Right here.

- That's it?

- Yeah.

Give me one second.

They must have gone to eat.

It you don't mind,

we could wait a little while.

I'm starving.

This okay?

Is this anything like Cuba?

It doesn't feel like an island.

You know, I've always wanted

to live by the water.

- It's a beautiful song.

- Oh, yeah.

It's about motherland.

Home.

What home means.

I was never in one place long enough

to know what that teels like.

He says...

it is like an old tree.

Like the love

of a newborn sister.

The heart ot those

tar trom home.

It's beautitul.

Is your tamily still there?

My mother passed away.

I never knew my tather.

They had an atfair

on a cruise ship.

That was it.

Look.

The door wasn't even locked.

Let's go.

- You both know each other?

- No, he's trom Cuba.

Yes, I'm Fernando.

She's my triend Ruby.

I'm Ratael.

It is my pleasure.

My son will be back soon.

He'll help you with your truck.

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