Tova strides around the perimeter of the room, calling instructions. Abruptly, she heads back to the front and turns off the music.
“You’re late,” Tova observes, as Mimi and a couple of others hurry in as the group is just finishing warm-ups.
Mimi doesn’t answer; she’s still breathless from the walk. It’s Thursday, not usually gymnastics day, but at this point they’re squeezing in all the practices they can get.
“We have finals, okay?” Lea says. She sounds defensive. Mimi winces. Lea and Tova just don’t get each other.
“Everyone has finals. Everyone also has a performance to practice for.” Tova sounds annoyed. “How about you all just get to your mats so you can catch up with us?”
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