Comeback Love - Pg 166

   She was moving as though the rhythm of the music had somehow gotten inside her and was now trying to get out, shifting her side to side, as if she were being buffeted by waves of summer air... Her eyes were shut and aimed toward the rays of light filtering through the leaves or the trees, and a small smile was on her face, a strange smile, as much sadness in it as happiness, and as her hips rotated under the peach cotton in perfect time to the bittersweet melody, I felt frightened and jealous, as if Glenna had betrayed me by making love to the sun and sky—by dancing alone, encased in the music, on that grassy, sunstruck patch of Washington Square, happy all by herself.