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Never Marry A Man Who Can't DanceShe sat down at the table and looked at me with sullen eyes. She let out a sigh and I waited to hear more. I knew she had something to say, she always did. "Never marry a man who can't dance," I looked at her from across the table. She can't be serious. She then repeats herself, "never marry a man who can't dance.""And why is that, Grandma?" I ask. I don't know what possessed me to ask. I knew she was in a bad mood and I knew who was to blame. She peered at me through her small glasses that sat high on the bridge of her nose. She inhaled on her cigarette and waited a moment before opening her mouth to speak. Here we go, another talk about how Grandpa has agitated her once again. It is always the same. Some small minuscule thing that sets her into a blaze of torment. He never means to upset her but she dynamite with a short fuse. A very short fuse."Never marry a man who can't dance. It always ends badly." She flicks the ash of her cigarette and takes another drag. I can't help but thi