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they needed it. The tables were all full, almost every single seat at the bar taken, and people coming in left and right for pickups.
I’d sure make a point to come here a couple times a week after my session. Leaving a ten-dollar tip for Coree, I smacked the table and stood up. “Thanks for the food and the chat. It was rather enlightening.”
“Course, see you soon.”
I smiled. “Yes, I do believe you will. You’ve got a lot of sandwiches to try out.”
“They change every week, so you’ll be trying them for a long time.” She grinned.
“That will not be a hardship. Catch you later.”
I walked out of the café and over to my car. The silver bullet sparkled in the sunlight, its sleek lines shimmering a private hello. Tracing the hood and over its side all the way to the driver’s door, I sighed. This was the life. My body felt like a million bucks compared to the last six weeks. Everything seemed brighter and more colorful. My belly was full, but not laden with the weight of a greasy burger. I’d met some really great people that were nowhere near the world of baseball, and tomorrow I’d wake up and start it all over again.
There was something to this yoga business. Day two, and I’d already started to understand why so many were committed to the practice.
Chapter Five
Downward Facing Dog (Sanskrit: Adho Mukha Svanasana)
One of the most iconic yoga poses, the downward facing dog stretches out the hamstrings, back, arms, and neck, positively lining up your spine. Place feet and hands hip distance apart, lift the hips into the air, tuck the tailbone in, and relax the neck and shoulders down to rest level with your arms until your body forms a triangle shape.
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GENEVIEVE
“ A re you going to sit there and twiddle with my hair or tell me about the hotshot baseball player you’ve been giving private lessons to? Start with how private these lessons are.” My best friend and neighbor, Amber St. James, beamed.
When Mom and Dad passed, I couldn’t leave the kids for long periods of time, so a couple of my yoga buddies helped me set up a small hair salon in the garage. We only had one car, so the other two spaces were occupied by my mini-salon. The area was complete with a hair-washing bowl and vanity. I stored my hair products in Dad’s shelving system and moved all the tools and things I knew nothing about to the shed out back. Rowan set the shed up as a workout and tool room, which suited me just fine.
Shaking my head, I snipped the dead ends off her thick chocolate-brown hair. Amber lived next door with her grandparents and attended UC Berkeley. She was three years younger than I but had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We met when I was eight and she was five. Besides the age difference, we’d been inseparable. Without her help with the kids and her grandparents pitching in as much as they could with meals and babysitting, we’d have been lost when Mom and Dad died. I owed her a lot. She was in the same boat as I was. Her mother had died giving birth to her. She didn’t know who her father was, and her mother either never told her grandparents or didn’t know. Both Amber and I had a sneaking suspicion they knew who her father was, but he was so bad, they spared her the knowledge.
She and her grandparents were über religious. They went to church every Sunday, prayed before meals, the whole nine. Which was also why Amber lived vicariously through me. She rarely dated because she was hyperfocused on school, and as far as I knew, was still a virgin at twenty-one. Still, it worked for her. Sure, she was annoyed that she couldn’t participate in the more sexy conversations during girls’ night out, but she hadn’t been living under a rock, and she definitely wasn’t a prude.
Amber poked me in the belly as I pulled up a thick hank of hair to snip the ends. “Oomph!”
“Spill!” Her cheeks turned rosy as she grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “All right, all right. He’s
I’d sure make a point to come here a couple times a week after my session. Leaving a ten-dollar tip for Coree, I smacked the table and stood up. “Thanks for the food and the chat. It was rather enlightening.”
“Course, see you soon.”
I smiled. “Yes, I do believe you will. You’ve got a lot of sandwiches to try out.”
“They change every week, so you’ll be trying them for a long time.” She grinned.
“That will not be a hardship. Catch you later.”
I walked out of the café and over to my car. The silver bullet sparkled in the sunlight, its sleek lines shimmering a private hello. Tracing the hood and over its side all the way to the driver’s door, I sighed. This was the life. My body felt like a million bucks compared to the last six weeks. Everything seemed brighter and more colorful. My belly was full, but not laden with the weight of a greasy burger. I’d met some really great people that were nowhere near the world of baseball, and tomorrow I’d wake up and start it all over again.
There was something to this yoga business. Day two, and I’d already started to understand why so many were committed to the practice.
Chapter Five
Downward Facing Dog (Sanskrit: Adho Mukha Svanasana)
One of the most iconic yoga poses, the downward facing dog stretches out the hamstrings, back, arms, and neck, positively lining up your spine. Place feet and hands hip distance apart, lift the hips into the air, tuck the tailbone in, and relax the neck and shoulders down to rest level with your arms until your body forms a triangle shape.
----
GENEVIEVE
“ A re you going to sit there and twiddle with my hair or tell me about the hotshot baseball player you’ve been giving private lessons to? Start with how private these lessons are.” My best friend and neighbor, Amber St. James, beamed.
When Mom and Dad passed, I couldn’t leave the kids for long periods of time, so a couple of my yoga buddies helped me set up a small hair salon in the garage. We only had one car, so the other two spaces were occupied by my mini-salon. The area was complete with a hair-washing bowl and vanity. I stored my hair products in Dad’s shelving system and moved all the tools and things I knew nothing about to the shed out back. Rowan set the shed up as a workout and tool room, which suited me just fine.
Shaking my head, I snipped the dead ends off her thick chocolate-brown hair. Amber lived next door with her grandparents and attended UC Berkeley. She was three years younger than I but had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We met when I was eight and she was five. Besides the age difference, we’d been inseparable. Without her help with the kids and her grandparents pitching in as much as they could with meals and babysitting, we’d have been lost when Mom and Dad died. I owed her a lot. She was in the same boat as I was. Her mother had died giving birth to her. She didn’t know who her father was, and her mother either never told her grandparents or didn’t know. Both Amber and I had a sneaking suspicion they knew who her father was, but he was so bad, they spared her the knowledge.
She and her grandparents were über religious. They went to church every Sunday, prayed before meals, the whole nine. Which was also why Amber lived vicariously through me. She rarely dated because she was hyperfocused on school, and as far as I knew, was still a virgin at twenty-one. Still, it worked for her. Sure, she was annoyed that she couldn’t participate in the more sexy conversations during girls’ night out, but she hadn’t been living under a rock, and she definitely wasn’t a prude.
Amber poked me in the belly as I pulled up a thick hank of hair to snip the ends. “Oomph!”
“Spill!” Her cheeks turned rosy as she grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “All right, all right. He’s
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