This gets a laugh out of her; back in Thornwell no one is ever so willing to admit a weakness, even a lack of dancing skills. It look months for her husband to admit he didn't regret marrying her, and nearly a year for her parents to admit they missed her brother when he died.

"I can't say I remember the last time I went dancing, so far be it from me to judge you. After all," she pats her pregnant belly gently, "my weight has shifted since then."