Chapter Eleven
Delia gratefully looked around the empty space. The dojo was open on Saturday afternoons for anyone who cared to give up prime free time to practice. Surprisingly, a handful or two of students did so regularly, probably because they’d only just awakened after a very late Friday night and it gave them the opportunity to sweat out excess alcohol before Saturday night’s resumed consumption. This afternoon, though, a very small handful had come and gone and now it was only her. No one to watch, thank heavens!
She bowed to Sensei, who sat cross legged on a mat, and began the kata. She tried not to think, simply to let one movement flow into another as she’d done a thousand times. Punch, block, turn, kick. Methodical combinations, one after the other. Let training dictate which
