Free Something Old by Dianne Christner

enough television and passed along enough steamy details for Katy to make valid conclusions about those devil houses. But that wasn’t really the issue.
    The Bible talked about King David dancing. Katy had wondered about that when she came across the Old Testament passage. She did little joy dances herself when she was alone. Lil had perfected the garbanzo shimmy. Nothing wrong with those. But to move your body seductively, unless it was with your husband, of course, was definitely wrong.
    She had picked up Addison’s dance costume off the floor several times. It was skimpy, yet how seductively could a seven-year-old dance? She turned on the faucet and watched the water rinse the sink. She washed her hands, dried them, and carefully folded the hand towel, even though she never found it that way.
    She didn’t want to overreact. Tyler already thought she was a pilgrim. She wasn’t sure where he’d come up with that idea. Was he confusing her with Quakers? Still, it was meant as an insult, and she hadn’t enjoyed his wisecrack.
    A glance at the clock told her she needed to decide now. With a sigh, she opted to follow Tammy’s instructions and evaluate the experience. This wasn’t a permanent position, anyway. Maybe Tammy had already found a replacement for her. And God knew her heart, that she didn’t want to sin against Him.
    Church restrictions were put in place to keep a person from falling into situations of temptation that could lead to sin. She would be very careful not to allow temptation in. She pushed the dishwasher’s S TART button and hurried to the stairway.
    “Addison. Tyler. It’s time to go. Are you ready?”

CHAPTER 6
    K aty followed Addison through a lobby decorated with modern chrome furnishings. A bright ballet poster graced one wall, and a rack of glitzy costumes hung from a corner rack, but no one staffed the desk. Katy followed as Addison skipped down the hall and into a cloakroom. Next Addison went into a practice studio where she greeted her enthusiastic friends. Katy hovered by the door tentatively taking in the assortment of girls and a few jean-clad moms.
    The girls ranged from about six to ten in age. They chatted and giggled with each other as they did warm-up exercises, reminding Katy of a physical education class. Only these girls were like little princesses. Most wore tights and leotards. A few had frilly tutus, and some wore skin-fitting slacks and glittery tops.
    Soon the instructor walked into the room, speaking kindly and clad in a black second skin. The striking young woman intrigued Katy as she floated in and out among the girls, like a breath of fresh air that touched here, repositioned there, causing smiles and looks of adoration on her little students. When she had everyone’s attention, she demonstrated a few movements that they all tried to imitate.
    Katy bit her lip, amused. Although the little girls looked the part, they were hopelessly out of sync. But the instructor’s youthful body and graceful air fascinated Katy. She could almost imagine Megan using her svelte body in such a way. Megan was the most graceful person Katy knew. As she watched Addison, she wondered what it would be like to be a participant and be encouraged to mimic the instructor’s movements. As a little girl, it must be great fun.
    She remembered learning to skip rope and the satisfaction that came with mastering the little ditties that went along with it. She found herself rooting for Addison to get the movements, and Katy felt a surge of pride when the little girl did them correctly.
    As Katy glanced around the studio for a place to sit and quietly observe the class, she had to wonder if her own slim body was flexible enough to bend and stretch like the instructor’s. Her gaze rested on a group of moms, and with embarrassment, she realized she’d caught them staring at her. Instantly, she jerked her gaze away. She felt like the guilty party for invading their world.
    Even if she never grew