"Zelda does wonders.""I'll say."Zelda Zubiria needed no introduction at their table for four. The owner, operator, and head instructor at the oldest and most prominent dance studio in north Seattle had turned hundreds of dead hoofers into ducky shincrackers. Humbled by his showing at Lake Wilderness, Joel had taken corrective action and hired Zelda herself four days a week. Joe DiMaggio was the gift that kept giving."Fred Astaire or not, he's exhausting," Grace said, smiling as she pulled up a seat. "You two should have warned me.""Warned you?" Tom asked. "He was a klutz with Linda."The mere mention of the jilted redhead brought Joel back to July and the lake. He had not seen her since their night at the movies six weeks earlier but still felt badly about how things had turned out. She deserved better and hopefully would find better. Tonight, however, he had eyes for only one."Did you have fun today?""I had fun. You know I had fun," she said, squeezing his hand on top of the table. "And I want to have more fun tomorrow."Joel smiled as he thought of how she had started the day.
