Oh, to be so young again

She hasn't danced with a man since her husband passed, and he was nowhere near attractive as this boy. Gert knows she's being ridiculous, but she turned seventy a few months ago, so she's running out of time.

She's earned a little fun, after all, and teasing this boy? Most fun she's had since before the kids were born.

He's broad and tall; pressed up against him on the dance floor, she can feel how strong he is. He's polite, too; most young folk she's known would have left by now. Someone raised this boy right, to respect his elders.

Until he pushes her away, she'll press her luck, so she lays her head on his chest and pretends she's twenty-five again.