Someone Else's Shoes

by Jojo Moyes

the throng, arms up, clapping to the music, dancing in the way that middle-aged people do, badly, but with the confidence that comes from the fact that they no longer care, that sometimes just the act of dancing, letting go in a room of people while a beat thumps through your veins, is an act of rebellion against the dark, against the tough times that will inevitably come tomorrow.

For the first time in her life, she glimpses the solidarity of women, and likes it.