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Leona tossed her hat. In the end, it was her on the dance floor in nude heels. A flash of light caught her eye on the turquoise ribbon from her hat; she laughed as the audience clapped. Her partner grinned, and she strutted towards the bar. Sweat dripped.
“A shot tonight Leona?” Carlos lifted the tequila bottle; Leona held up her hand.
“Not tonight, just water. Two.” She gulped the first glass, and after the second.
“Take it easy out there, Leona,”Carlos chided. You don’t have to be the star of the show every night. Take it easy sometimes.”
Leona threw back her long hair. “I can’t help it.”
Carlos rolled his eyes. “You’re the owner. Some nights it’s okay to relax.”
Leona pushed away from the bar. “I’m a dancer, that’s what I do. My mother did the same, her mother to. You know how it is.”
Carlos’ face broke into laugh lines as he chuckled. “I knew your mother well.”
Leona fixed her lipstick. “She was what she was; so am I.”
The music for the next dance song played and Leona twirled into place. As long as she could, her grandmother and mother’s legacy would continue at the dance club they began.
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