Did people of that age still have sex or did they just hold hands?
Scarlet faced, she drank her lemonade.
Being an adult was one thing, but some thoughts were definitely off-limits.
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Jenna
Acceptance: an attitude or feeling that you
cannot change a difficult situation and that
you must get used to it
“We saw the doctor.” Jenna pressed her hands to the floor, wondering why she’d agreed to yoga. “Is this something I should be telling you while I’m doing downward-facing dog?”
Ungainly: lacking grace when moving.
Lauren glanced at her. “You’re not supposed to be talking,” she whispered. “You’re supposed to relax.”
“Talking relaxes me. She wanted to know everything about our sex life. It was a bit kinky.” She stopped talking as the yoga instructor came up behind her.
“Press down into your hands. Keep your breathing steady.”
Jenna’s legs were starting to cramp.
No matter how hard she concentrated, she always seemed to be half a move behind everyone else. She was only here because she’d promised Greg she’d give it a try, and she enjoyed spending time with her sister.
As the instructor moved back to the front of the class, Lauren turned her head. “Have you lost weight?”
Jenna eyed her reflection in the huge mirror. “I have.”
“Diet?”
“No. I stopped comfort eating.” She gave a wicked smile. “I’m finding comfort elsewhere.”
“Shh!” The woman closest to them sent them an incinerating glare and Lauren rose elegantly out of the position she’d been holding.
“Let’s go.”
“Go?” Jenna’s untangling was less elegant. “Go where?”
“We’re breaking out of here.” Lauren gathered up her mat, sent a look of apology to the instructor and strode out of the room.
Torn between embarrassment and relief, Jenna grabbed her things and slunk out behind her. “I can’t believe you did that. You love yoga.”
“But you hate it and life is too short to spend it doing something you hate. I couldn’t bear the look on your face. It’s not supposed to be torture.”
Jenna slung her bag over her shoulder. “For a moment there you actually sounded like my sister. Do you want to go skinny dipping? Or we could help ourselves to strawberries from Mrs. Maxwell’s garden?”
“Don’t push me. We need to take this a step at a time.” Lauren pulled the band off her ponytail and let her hair flow. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach. You can tell me about your appointment.”
“Nothing to tell. They’re going to run some simple tests first, so we have a long way to go before we have to start making decisions about anything. But I’m glad we finally went.” It had made her feel less helpless. As if they were doing something. “Greg handled it well.”
“If Greg can’t handle stuff like this, there’s no hope for the rest of us.”
“It’s different when you’re dealing with your own problem.” She understood that now. “It’s personal. You can’t be neutral when it’s personal. I promised I’d relax more and go to yoga, but yoga doesn’t help me relax.”