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    Forever Young – (Chapter: 7 Twists and Turns)


    So about the baby steps.  We could still take them and have a few old Ashley and Spencer moments.  There was no harm in innocent feeding.  We just had to make sure no judgmental people were watching when it happened.  


    “I’m going to clean up a bit.”  Paula announced taking her bowl to the sink.  She almost bumped into Arthur on her way in.  They exchanged disgusted looks but said no words as they walked away in different locations.


    “Spencer did you practice your hula yet?”  The older blonde asked as she put on her yellow gloves.  


    Hula?


    “Ugh mom!  Do I have to.  Its not till wednesday I have like two days more before class.”  She whined in a true Spencer Carlin way.  Her whines aren’t annoying their cute and very convincing.  She even went so far as make triangle eyes.  


    But Paula was to smart for that.  She kept eye contact with her daughter to a minimum and used her stern voice.


    “Now Spencer.”  


    “Ok ok.”  Was the muttered reply as she dumped her bowl in the sink and walked towards the spare living room.  I laughed and followed her.


    “Your still taking?”  I asked with a smile.  I took a seat on the couch and watched as she slipped on her blue and white tiare pareo.  


    “Yeah, once you left and it was only me I wanted to quit, but you know my mom.”  She said with an eye roll.  


    Spencer and I had taken hula together from the early age of 4.  At that time it was more play then dance.  I didn’t really understand all that was going on but you know me.  I loved that spot light.  


    “What class are you in now?”  I inquired.  If she was still taking from the same halau which she probably was then I doubt she was still in the baby class.  The teacher or Kumu had a few different classes for different skills and ages.  The baby class which was the one I attended with the blonde.  The middle class for older ones that are beginners.  The older ones, who are the older ladies that can’t do all the crazy going down to the floor and stuff.  Then theres the top class.  Its the best one with all the teens and young adults.  Thats the class that does all the insane choreography and tahitian.  

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