I shook my head in the hopes that Jackie’s comments would just sift out of my brain, at least for the time being. I wanted to have a good time without having to ponder the metaphysical import of her cryptic words. Getting younger? Loved Paul? Had she really been alive that long? She only looks…17, maybe? I didn’t want to ponder it. I wanted to dance with her, and have a good time, and see where the night would take us.

I put my hands on her waist, and set the rhythm of my body’s movements in time with hers, and that of the music, as best as I could. She was a touch shorter than I was, her forehead able to touch my chin. ‘You Spin me’ ended, and it changed to “Crazy For You”. Slow song. She looked up at me, no words exchanged between us, then rested her cheek against my chest, her arms slipping around my waist as well. We rocked back and forth, swaying with the seductive, sensual sound of Madonna’s uncharacteristically alto voice in this particular song.