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The song was over too soon, and the pumping ozone beat took up again, but
Jerry and Dana continued dancing at their own pace for a few seconds longer,
ignoring the different tempo.

"Pretty good for an old-timer," Dana said.

"You're not too shabby yourself," Jerry responded.

The floor rapidly filled up with young people returning for the loud music.
Jerry looked around the room as the crowd surrounded them. In the distance,
he saw one of the older ladies in the shadows get up from her booth and begin
making her way to the dance floor. Despite her obvious years, she walked with
the gait of a much younger person, almost bouncing with each step. The young
people all around her greeted her with obvious affection, slowing her progress.

Still dancing, Jerry watched the older woman cross the room. Was she looking
his way? Yes, she was. The woman stopped at the edge of the dance floor,
looked him straight in the eye, and lightly began clapping her frail hands.
A few of the young people standing around her also looked at Jerry and Dana
admiringly and began adding to the applause. The woman broke eye contact with
Jerry and cast her gaze on Dana, the corners of her mouth curling up in a
barely detectable smile. Jerry steered Dana around so that she was facing
away from the woman and began to raise his hand to wave, but just then a man
stepped out from behind her and she looked back toward him. He appeared to be
in his late sixties, slightly stooped and with a poorly fitting jacket, but he
moved spryly. When he spoke to the old woman, her slight smile broadened, and
the pair of them stepped on the floor and began dancing. Not old-fashioned
dancing, but the same slippery moves the young crowd was performing.

The applause got louder.

"Are those people clapping for us?" Dana said, noticing the group of young
people at the edge of the floor. "Now I'm really feeling self-conscious."

"Nah, it's for the old couple," Jerry said, pointing.

"The old couple? I thought we were the old couple."

Dana looked over to where Jerry was pointing and saw the older couple for
the first time.

"Oh," she said.

Dana and Jerry worked their way off the floor and watched the two older
dancers mix it up with the young crowd, obviously enjoying themselves.

"Had enough now?" Dana asked.

"Yeah, I suppose," he said. "Let's go home, Dana."