Chapter 105
My yoga teacher is doing a guided relaxation, her voice purring over the tinkling of finger cymbals, lulling us into a coma. I love this bit of the class normally, but today I’m lying on my mat trying not to think about the ghosts of Howard Street. About the baby. About Professor Will. My head refuses to clear, despite Chloe’s exhortation, and Will materializes and fills my brain. He’d appeared in our lives in the eighties. Well, “appeared” doesn’t really describe it. He stormed our castle and swept Jude off her feet. It was a huge event in our lives. She didn’t normally have boyfriends when I was growing up. She used to say she’d taken a vow of celibacy and was living like a nun. And laugh. I remember looking up “celibacy” when I was about twelve and being quite shocked. I thought Jude
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