She says she’s old-fashioned. I disagree.
The traditional values may be there, with the country vibe of her Kansas City roots and the steadfastness of the Baby Boom. But my cousin Rosalyn Story, a violinist with the Fort Worth Symphony and Dallas Opera, a novelist and my inspiration to become a dancer, is hardly old-fashioned.
At Rosalyn’s home, my pants courtesy of our cousin Vicky Mara Story.
She disappears into her driver’s seat when she’s in it, so severe is that full Shaft-ish lean. She attacks tennis balls as if she’s seeded at Wimbledon. The elegant, wide fedoras she wears usually coordinate with long cardigans flowing down to her violin case for ultimate swag.
She may bristle at an F bomb (except on Netflix), and she scorns horror. But since there’s no graphic violence in hypnosis, she’s not above it as a submission tactic. After starting with compliments on your backpack or scarf upon meeting you, Rosalyn will extract your deepest work traumas only minutes later, so stealthy an investigator is she.
Even her version of “old-fashioned” concern is dipped in swag. When a tornado got really bad at 7-ish one Tuesday evening, Rosalyn called me from her sofa asking if the upcoming Dallas Opera production of Pearl Fishers was rehearsing that night…
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