The camera dollied back and then panned to the teens who took to the floor in couples, dancing to the slow-tempo R&B offering.

   Two young ladies entered the lounge, one with a pack of cigarettes in her hand. “Denny!” the taller of the two girls said, a look of pleasant surprise on her face as she saw the familiar face from the Bandstand show of a few days before.

   The two girls rushed up to him at the table. “I’m Amy Marne,” the taller girl said, offering her hand, and this is Teresa Horne. We work in the Traffic Department.”

   “Oh,” Denny said, not quite sure what that meant.

   “I graduated Jefferson in fifty-six. My brother, Robert, was in class with you last year,” Tere...

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