"I don't know, he did have me teach him how to dance so he could dance with you." It wasn't like it was a secret. And she'd had fun teaching him. Or at least she hoped it wasn't a secret. "I wish I would have known he was having surgery. I would have come and sat in the waiting room."
Maryanne forced a little smile. "He's still there. He's too stubborn not to be." She nodded toward his feet. "If he's ticklish, tease his toes. That should let you see something." Or she hoped it would. If only to reassure Lillian.
"Okay. I'm pretty sure he might have had you in mind when he asked for this song." Pulling her guitar into her lap she began plucking at the strings slowly. "The very thought of you I forget to do Those little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm livin' in a kind of a daydream I'm happy as a queen And foolish though it may seem To me that's everything The mere idea of you The longing here for you You'll never know How slow the moments go Till I'm near to you I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you, The very thought of you, my love"