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Show Inside Out, 117 So I guess my butt was the first thing Terra Gates saw when she opened the door. I'm not sure, because I don't know how long she had been standing there watching me. Stupid of me to not face the door. She said, "Do you always start with sun salutations?" and I jerked around. She didn't look about to spit on me. She looked like she was actually interested in my answer. "Urn, not always," I said. "But I was cold . . . " I stood in the middle of the room. I didn't want to keep going with her staring at me. I wrapped my arms around my elbows. My heart was pounding. This was my big chance to connect with her, but I felt embarrassed. "Do you do yoga?" I asked. She stepped into the room and let the door bang closed behind her. "Sometimes. I used to, a lot." "Did you ever take a class?" I asked. She smirked. "Do you know how much those classes cost?" "Yeah," I said. "That's why I haven't either. I've tried to just figure things out with books and stuff " She took a step closer. "Do you meditate?" she asked. "Not much," I said. "Sometimes, right after I do yoga." "I got this cd from the library," she said. "It's by Jon Kabat-Zinn. It teaches you how to meditate. It's really good. It helped my yoga a lot." "That sounds good. I'll have to check it out," I said. There was a pause. We stared at each other. |