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[kathy_tm]

In the midst of a rather uneventful afternoon spent in a solitude, Kathy finds herself pouring over a book ('The Hobbit'), the radio playing in the background, tuned to a station dedicated to country music. She is somewhat surprised at herself when she lowers the book to sing along, feeling rather when she discovers that she knows all of the words

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I Hope You Dance

[john_carter_md]

Carter leans down to grab Rusty before the kitten has a chance to get out the door. Carrying the small ball of fur inside, he gently kicks the door closed. He can hear Kathy singing, and moves slowly tot he doorway, hoping not to interrupt her.

Her voice is soothing, and a erfect companion to the music coming from the radio.

Re: I Hope You Dance

[kathy_tm]

When the song finishes, she freezes, looking to the closed door warily. She then reaches out, turns the doorknob, and pulls the door open, stepping back to find none other than Carter. She gasps in surprise, then laughs a little, before promptly flushing red.

"Sorry about that."

Re: I Hope You Dance

[john_carter_md]

"What are you sorry about? Because, that was wonderful."

Re: I Hope You Dance

[kathy_tm]

"You can't be serious," she protests, her color deepening even further.