Twenty-One
The aqua-fit instructor took one look at my face and asked me if I had medical clearance to be here. She then lowered her voice and asked if I needed help, like, was my boyfriend beating on me or something, and I laughed and explained to her that no, I do not have a boyfriend and if I did, he certainly wouldn’t be beating on me.
We’re not supposed to talk during class, but Bryony and I always find space in the back of the pool, giving the side-eye to anyone who tries to take our spot.
The first question out of her mouth once we’re in the water: “Have you called him back yet?”
“Eyes forward, Bryony,” I say. She splashes me.
I follow along, though the bouncy exercises still rattle my brain a little so I just do the arm exercises and underwater leg stuff minus the bouncing. Th
