“In fact, I don’t remember Mimi saying a single word to me in school”
Mimi stretches her arms above her head, holds her body very straight, and then stretches a little further. Her muscles first throb, then feel released.
Aaaaahhh.
It’s the end of gymnastics class, and her body is alive, dancing, pulsing with an energy she hasn’t felt all week. It’s good to be somewhere different for a change. Somewhere totally and utterly Kayla-free.
“And another deep breath, and relax,” calls Tova. She does the cooldown along with them, stretch, breathe, release. “Great going, girls.”
Mimi holds the pose a moment longer, and then slowly, reluctantly, drops it. It feels like she’s letting herself back down, back to the real world.
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