Wyatt
Friday afternoon, I walked into yoga and stalled. YaYa…I mean, Sonja, was in her usual spot and I wasn’t entirely sure how to play this.
I had my cell phone in my hand, so I fired off a text to Sundance, then casually rolled my mat out next to hers. Today was the day I tried to figure out this b***h’s game.
“Hi,” she breathed out like we were long-lost besties.
“Hey,” I said. “Are you doing okay? I texted you a million times.”
“I know, I’m so sorry. I had a problem with my bill, then I got a new number, and I totally forgot you texted.” She sighed. “I’m a bad friend.”
“Okay, ladies, are you ready to change your life?” our instructor, Cindy called out, abruptly interrupting my fact-finding mission.
I was left with my thoughts as we downward dogged the f**k out of the session.
