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the pace entirely different and the
distances within the city enormous.”  Her answer shook him from his thoughts. “I’ll
be glad when I take delivery of a new car. That will make travelling easier.”
    Suddenly, Peter was looking deep into two emerald
eyes of the deepest hue possible.
    She was certainly no ordinary worker to be able to
afford a new car as well as move so far from home, and Peter almost fell into
the trap of rudely questioning her history. The steady gaze from those green
eyes unsettled him and minutes of deathly silence followed while he desperately
thought of ways to continue.
    Eventually he broke the silence between them. “There’s
a lot of Sydney to explore. I’ve lived here for a few years and still find a
new corner every day.”
    Suddenly an explosion of noise and movement broke
over them.
    There, in a rowdy Sydney bar, a most extraordinary
sight was about to present itself. Rehearsals at the Australian Ballet Company
were over for the week. Musicians, carrying their instruments, and dancers
poured into the bar looking for some relief from their tiring schedule.
    Shrieking and laughing, two beautiful, slender young
women who, obviously, had recognized Peter were pulling him out of his seat and
demanding that he dance with them.
    Peter groaned aloud trying desperately to deny them
but they would have none of his refusals. He realized his work at the Westmead Children’s
Hospital just a few brief weeks before Christmas had caught up with him. It had
taken months of constant rehearsals to finalize the Christmas Party.
    The children had particularly enjoyed his presence
as Santa and the presents he supplied.
    As Peter tried to resist, one of the young women
rushed across the dance floor to organize the Sydney Ballet Company Orchestra
and returned.
    Both then linked arms with him in the usual ballet
fashion. As the first bars of the Dance of the Little Swans silenced the crowd
the three of them stood in a line as if statues, waist to waist, with heads
held high and eyes fixed on the same ethereal point somewhere out there over
the heads of the people in the bar. The two women so delicate and slim almost
coming to Peter’s shoulders, stood with this big, strong bear of a man.
    The whole gathering was fascinated. They simply
could not believe their eyes.
    There was a hush as the three danced, weaving their
magic over the Friday evening crowd, moving through their paces, so graceful
and so familiar with each other as they stepped and swayed as a single body. Then
Jennifer gasped as Peter’s arms stole around the waists of the two ballerinas,
and he raised them off the floor, all the while their six feet keeping time and
their heads moving as one.
    The music ended and the applause was deafening.
    However, it was not over yet. One of the ballerinas
broke away from the others to pirouette in isolation then swept back towards
Peter who hurled her high into the air, before catching her on one hand above
his head as he spun lazily - while the music crashed to a reprise.
    Jennifer could hardly believe what she had witnessed
in such a place. Never would she have believed that Peter was a ballet dancer.
    “Thank you ladies and gentlemen, please give
generously as we take up a collection for Westmead Children’s Hospital…”
    The announcement died as a gruff voice bellowed out
across the dance floor, destroying the magic of the moment. “Look at that
bloody queer!  Doesn’t he know how to use women?  Crawl into a hole somewhere
you bloody shirt lifter. This place is for real men.”
    Ted’s hoarse, quick comment drew Jennifer’s
attention. “Oh, shit!  Now there’s trouble.”
    Not deigning to reply, Peter slowly walked towards
the interjector in a slow, soft, toe-heel shuffle as if he were the Principal
Dancer from the Ballet Company. He beckoned, and an ugly brute exploded onto
the floor. Fists flying and red of face, the ruffian, shouting profanities,
attacked Peter with no warning.
    As the