Since worries won't go away themselves, I've come up with a new solution to devert my mind. I've enrolled in this dance academy. My partner calls dancing the flight of the soul. He sounds gay, but he's very much straight and charming. He's Russian so he's got the accent. And he's helping me. Cheers me up in class every time. I'm the only Black girl here learning the Waltz. It appears easy where as in fact it's very difficult. No one at home knows what's going on. Not even Neil. Mama would disapprove if she knew. I do love Neil.