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e。　Maybe　a

restaurant？　？Right。　Um；　good；　I？m；　uh；　starving。？

Bree　laughed。　？Yeah；　I？m　pretty　hungry　for　some　exercise　myself。　Let？s　hurry　so　we　don？t　miss

this　class？the　evening　sessions　are　even　more　intense　than　the　ones　I　usually　take。　And　maybe

afterwards　I？ll　buy　you　a　Jamba　Juice。？

Class？　Jamba　Juice？　She　might　as　well　have　been　speaking　Swahili。　Dan　had　no　idea　where　they

were　going　but　he　followed　Bree　down　the　street；　making　idle　chitchat　about　books　he　hadn？t

actually　read　and　getting　more　and　more　worried。　It　didn？t　seem　likely　that　they　were　going　to　a

restaurant。　Then　Dan　looked　up　and　saw　it；　looming　in　the　distance：　a　hand…painted　sign　with　a

funny；　Indian…style　font　that　was　supposed　to　look　like　Sanskrit　that　proudly　proclaimed　BIKRAM。

It　wasn？t　a　movie。　It　wasn？t　a　restaurant。　Bikram　was　a　kind　ofyoga　。　Bree　was　taking　him　to　a

yoga　class。

Namaste！

Bree　trotted　up　the　stairs　eagerly；　like　a　kid　on　Christmas　morning。　She　turned　and　glanced　over

her　shoulder　at　Dan；　who　was　lagging　behind；　trying　to　think　of　an　excuse　not　to　participate。　He

decided　to　feign　an　injury　and　was　trying　to　choose　a　part　of　his　body　he　could　claim　to　have　hurt。

He　had　a　cracked　rib　maybe；　from　lifting　too　many　dictionaries。　He？d　been　hit　by　a　car　on　his　way

to　work　this　morning　and　was　pretty　sure　he　was　concussed。　He　had　a　rare　neural　disorder　that

caused　him　to　black　out　in　small　crowded　rooms　full　of　sweaty　people　lying　on　colorful　rubber

mats。

？PS；　Dan；？　Bree　called　down　to　him。　？I？m　glad　you　didn？t　bother　with　a　change　of　clothes。　For

the　evening　sessions；Yogi　keeps　the　heat　even　higher　than　usual；　so　we　usually　just　go　naked。？