Yoga class is so much nicer without Cathy. Her slender body could form any pose, and her coppery hair remained unruffled, shining. Our instructor Matt adoringly called her “Golden Serpent”.
Not only was Golden Serpent beautiful and supple, but she was articulate and well-read. “Why do we do things that aren’t good for us?” Matt’s question inspired her to heights of poetry and philosophy. I remained silent.
But after class, when I followed Cathy home, I answered with action, whispering one word: “Jealousy”. My deeper answers will be for the police, who are just now knocking on the studio door.