“Want to dance?” Caroline says. “Sure.” “Wait. But first, want to switch?” I’m in my usual suit, she in her summery dress. The second I consider switching, we’ve switched. Caroline smiles. “Gimme a twirl!” I give her a twirl. I throw a hand out for her and she catches it, and I spin her around. Her tie slaps my wrist. We dissolve into our dramatic routine, finishing the dance in her usual bow, my usual curtsy. What’s strange is that no adults come to disrupt us, though I hear them talking louder.
