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Dancing at Lughnasa

Brian Friel

Dublin, Ireland

Miss Sophia, who must be all of fifteen; she comes


up to me and she says, I hope youre not going to miss the
harvest dance, Miss Mundy. Its going to be just supreme this
year. And honest to God, if youd seen the delight in her
eyes, youd think this thing was heaven she was talking
about. Wouldnt it be a good one if we all went? To the
harvest dance. Just like we used to. All dressed up. I think Id
go. I think we should all go. You could wear that blue dress
of mine- youre beautiful in it, Kate. You have the figure for it
and it brings out the colour of your eyes. And you can wear
my brown shoes with the crossover straps. I dont care what
you say. Were going. Ive five pounds saved. Ill take you. Ill
take us all. How many years has it been since we were at
the harvest dance? At any dance? And I dont care how
young they are, how drunk and dirty and sweaty they are. I
want to dance, Kate. Like we used to. I just want to dance.

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