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Figo At The Wedding
The
conga line went around the room. What fun! Figo hoped the chicken
dance was next, and then maybe the limbo! He loved weddings! What
fun! He clung to the woman in front of him, hands on her hips,
kicking his legs out, singing along, "The rhythm is gonna get
ya! The rhythm is going to get ya!" They had just boogied past
the cookie table when he saw his wife sitting alone at the table
glaring at him. What was she doing there? He thought she was in the
train somewhere. He waved at her to come join him. She waved back
with one finger. As the train ran past the bar, he dropped out of
the line and ordered another whiskey sour.