The song reached its chorus, he told them that swing was here to stay, that there was no avoiding it, and so they must choose their partner—and dance. Then Cantor blew his whistle and the wonderful thing happened. It was a girl—a girl arrived. I made Tracey sit as close to the screen as she could, I didn’t want there to be any doubt about it. I looked across: I saw her lips part in surprise, as mine had done the first time I watched it, and then I knew that she could see what I saw. Oh, the nose was different—this girl’s nose was normal and flat—and there was, in her eyes, no hint of Tracey’s
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