A story of my love for the dearest lady I ever knew. A story of love lost, but still enduring. I first laid eyes on Elizabeth on the morning I reporte... for work as chief engineer in her family’s small ship repair yard. She was a good looking young lady, a daughter of my employers and head of staff at the family’s small, harbor-side hotel, where I was given a room in staff quarters in the rear wing of the hotel and, though there were several rooms there, only Elizabeth and I used them. The. The practices were fine. A little ragged, but Warren and Sophia felt that they could pull it together for competition.The compulsory dances were held on Tuesday. Warren and Sophia had spent a lot of time on their original dance, redoing it, and on fine-tuning the Sinatra free dance. The compulsories had been a bit neglected. Nevertheless, the first compulsory was the Tango Romantica, and they handled it fine. They finished third, behind Nicholas/Coleman and Vickers/Pogdar, which was fine.The. Everyone recognized that and started an applause, but it went on as Nancy and Claude began their ‘conversation.’It went as well as I had hoped, with people standing and applauding. I turned and acknowledged the audience. I saw mom, with Brian and Ally with someone I hadn’t met yet. In between was a man I instantly recognized ... John Williams -- himself! Shit!He was applauding and really enjoyed it. He doffed his hat to me, and I turned back around to face my orchestra. I took a healthy deep. . He moved me around to the other side of the cars and to a spot between them. A few cars had passed while I was being searched, but I had no idea if they noticed exactly what was happening. Here on this side, we were mostly hidden. With the way he had parked his car, it even shielded us partially from on coming traffic. Had he done that on purpose, I wondered? I faced him, with my back against my own car, my manacled hands up against the door. Officer Ellis got down on his knees and began to.