As the crickets sang and the cicadas growled, he took a sip of his tea.
“What a lovely night,” he said as he pulled her closer.
“Three days of over one hundred degree heat, and now this. A quick storm and it’s suddenly sixty.”
“Hot tea weather.”
She smiled and put her arm around him.
“The moon is full.”
She put her head on his shoulder.
“What do you want to do with the rest of our night?’ he asked.
“Dunno. Something wonderful, inspiring, magic, something that I’ll want to tell my friends about, my sisters, my grandchildren.”
“That’s a pretty big order,” he responded with a smile.
He got up and went inside for a minute, and as he came back out Frank started playing from the record player.
She looked up at him, his face barely visible in the light of the full moon, and his contagious smile made her heart jump. He reached his hand out.
“Care to dance?”