“Your injury. It won’t be aggravated by this job?” “It’ll be all right.” “Handling kids isn’t exactly easy on the body,” he says. I shake my head a bit too rapidly. “Trust me, it’s far easier than dancing on pointe for hours a day.” A ghost of amusement flickers in his eyes. “Right. I shouldn’t underestimate you.” “You can, if you’d like,” I say. “Just know that you’ll be proven wrong.” “Consider me warned,” he says.
