Bertie and the Sad Occurrence

by Bena Glinney

A series of drabbles from Bertie's birth through about a year after his parents' death.

32. Two Left Feet

It was raining again. "Come along, Bertie." said Samantha who was up visiting for a long weekend with Aunt Agatha and Uncle Spenser.

"I don't want to dance." I sulked.

"I don't care."

Angela was twirling in a circle off to one side while Samantha pulled me to the center of the room and made me put my hand at her side.

"Bertie, come on. I know Father taught you to dance. Hold my hand and we can dance like Mother and Father." she ordered.

"Mother and Father never danced like this." I protested. "Father had two left feet; I heard Mama say so several times."