forgiving himself for what happened between us. Two weeks ago I wanted him to see my bloody face every day in his mind. Suddenly, I don’t want that for him. I’ve mulled over the entire situation for long enough.
I still have questions, but I don’t care if they’re ever answered. Some of them can’t be answered. Regardless of what’s happening with Adrian, I want peace for Bo. He’s been through enough in his life and doesn’t need a bitter ex-girlfriend spitting all over his efforts. We’re in each other’s lives for the foreseeable future, and I want that to be as pleasant as possible, while retaining solid emotional boundaries. I almost regret the tone I used with him on the phone this morning, but I still feel it was the only way for me to reassert that we can’t be a “we” again. Raven hears me sniff.
“Now we’re getting somewhere...Utkatasana ...” Her breath and her voice are one.
As I raise myself to Chair Pose, I let the sun illuminate, then dry, my tears. As we head into Warrior Pose, I feel my soul rip off her lingering bandages . We’re forging ahead together this time, as one.
“All right Baby Blue, Balasana to Savasana.”
As I mold myself from Child’s Pose and sink into the sand for Corpse Pose, I feel grounded. I feel more like me than I have in a year. Or Fiv e .
Suddenly, the flutter of m y eyelids tells me I dozed off. Scor e . I prop myself on my elbows and see Raven sitting on the edge of the waves. I walk to her and sit down.
“I needed that,” I start, “but you knew that.”
She rocks her shoulder into mine. “Just because we’re not around a lot doesn’t mean I’ve lost touch, you know. You’re still my soul sister, Baby Girl.”
I lay my head on her shoulder and take a deep breath before standing and brushing the sand from myself.
“I can’t believe how warm the Atlantic is sometimes,” Raven says as she stands to join me.
“That’s because this is Nantucket Sound.” I try to hide my laughter but don’t get very far.
Raven rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “It’s good to know there are some things yoga can’t erase—like your charming sarcasm.”
* * *
Bo
“You’re absolutely not going, Bowan!” Rae follows me through the house.
“Get over yourself, Rae. I’m a damn adult and will do whatever I want.”
“I should have never told you she was playing this weekend ...” Rae shakes her head with her hands on her hips.
“No, I’m glad you heard that. I still don’t understand why she needed to have a private chat with Turner after the meeting.” Apparently, not being at the meeting had its disadvantages.
Rae’s face blanches as she fills her chest with a contemplative sigh.
“What, Rae?” The hair on the back of my neck starts to rise. “Rae, you’re not telling me something.”
“It’s nothing. They’re friends, right? November and Adrian, I mean ...” She bites her lip.
I stand in solid silence, staring through her. My eyes narrow as she fidgets with her hands. Finally, she clicks her tongue in defeat.
“I think I saw them holding hands.” Her mouth keeps moving, but fury heats my ears and I process nothing else.
“Bo!” Rae hollers as I fling my keys against the wall. “Listen to me. Ember saw me in the hallway after Adrian left. She smiled and said goodbye. She didn’t look like she was hiding anything.”
Great .I tear my hands through my hair and pace to the kitchen. Rae follows.
“No, Bo. What I mean is, it looked completely innocent. If it wasn’t, wouldn’t she have hidden it or told me not to say anything?”
She could be right. However, November is one of the most composed people I’ve ever met. If Rae saw something that November didn’t intend for her to see, she wouldn’t so much as bat an eyelash. That, and anything involving Adrian Turner is far from innocent.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” I beg of my little sister as I sit at the kitchen table. I’ve never
I still have questions, but I don’t care if they’re ever answered. Some of them can’t be answered. Regardless of what’s happening with Adrian, I want peace for Bo. He’s been through enough in his life and doesn’t need a bitter ex-girlfriend spitting all over his efforts. We’re in each other’s lives for the foreseeable future, and I want that to be as pleasant as possible, while retaining solid emotional boundaries. I almost regret the tone I used with him on the phone this morning, but I still feel it was the only way for me to reassert that we can’t be a “we” again. Raven hears me sniff.
“Now we’re getting somewhere...Utkatasana ...” Her breath and her voice are one.
As I raise myself to Chair Pose, I let the sun illuminate, then dry, my tears. As we head into Warrior Pose, I feel my soul rip off her lingering bandages . We’re forging ahead together this time, as one.
“All right Baby Blue, Balasana to Savasana.”
As I mold myself from Child’s Pose and sink into the sand for Corpse Pose, I feel grounded. I feel more like me than I have in a year. Or Fiv e .
Suddenly, the flutter of m y eyelids tells me I dozed off. Scor e . I prop myself on my elbows and see Raven sitting on the edge of the waves. I walk to her and sit down.
“I needed that,” I start, “but you knew that.”
She rocks her shoulder into mine. “Just because we’re not around a lot doesn’t mean I’ve lost touch, you know. You’re still my soul sister, Baby Girl.”
I lay my head on her shoulder and take a deep breath before standing and brushing the sand from myself.
“I can’t believe how warm the Atlantic is sometimes,” Raven says as she stands to join me.
“That’s because this is Nantucket Sound.” I try to hide my laughter but don’t get very far.
Raven rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “It’s good to know there are some things yoga can’t erase—like your charming sarcasm.”
* * *
Bo
“You’re absolutely not going, Bowan!” Rae follows me through the house.
“Get over yourself, Rae. I’m a damn adult and will do whatever I want.”
“I should have never told you she was playing this weekend ...” Rae shakes her head with her hands on her hips.
“No, I’m glad you heard that. I still don’t understand why she needed to have a private chat with Turner after the meeting.” Apparently, not being at the meeting had its disadvantages.
Rae’s face blanches as she fills her chest with a contemplative sigh.
“What, Rae?” The hair on the back of my neck starts to rise. “Rae, you’re not telling me something.”
“It’s nothing. They’re friends, right? November and Adrian, I mean ...” She bites her lip.
I stand in solid silence, staring through her. My eyes narrow as she fidgets with her hands. Finally, she clicks her tongue in defeat.
“I think I saw them holding hands.” Her mouth keeps moving, but fury heats my ears and I process nothing else.
“Bo!” Rae hollers as I fling my keys against the wall. “Listen to me. Ember saw me in the hallway after Adrian left. She smiled and said goodbye. She didn’t look like she was hiding anything.”
Great .I tear my hands through my hair and pace to the kitchen. Rae follows.
“No, Bo. What I mean is, it looked completely innocent. If it wasn’t, wouldn’t she have hidden it or told me not to say anything?”
She could be right. However, November is one of the most composed people I’ve ever met. If Rae saw something that November didn’t intend for her to see, she wouldn’t so much as bat an eyelash. That, and anything involving Adrian Turner is far from innocent.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” I beg of my little sister as I sit at the kitchen table. I’ve never
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