Fire in the Turtle
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3 min readMay 17, 2022
The dance class sniggered. The female partner shuffled her boots into the center of the board floor. The twist of her mouth told of more than a chip on her shoulder. In fact they could see the brace rods sticking out the back of her bodice.
Most of the veterans among them had done a class with someone who thought dance would strengthen weak muscles. The few who didn’t snigger had been in El Fuoco’s class with such a client.
