Carrie stood in front of the mirror for her private lesson. “Back straighter. Chin up,” Kit said from her side, demonstrating the correct posture. Her niece did exactly as Kit had said. “Point your right toes more. That’s good. Now take your bow.” Kit had Carrie always bow at the end of the lesson. Carrie whirled around, losing all the grace she fought to retain during her lesson, her expression lit. “How did I do? I think that was my best so far.” “You did great. You and I will have worked together almost four weeks. I promised your mom a demonstration at the end of a month, and I think you’re going to dance beautifully for her.” “Yes.” Carrie pumped her arm in the air. She blew Kit a kiss. “Gotta go. I’m going into town with Mom when she takes you to the dance academy.” At the door her niece ran back, squeezed Kit in a tight hug, then darted out of the studio.
