Brett put the watch down on the tray of her high chair and got out a vile with some dried leafs. It’s registered.’
‘Hmmm,’ Brett said pretending to be worried. xxx ‘What?’ Vera said shrugging. She looked at the person in the drivers seat. Hmmm, what to do, what to do?’
He brought out a pocket watch. But now you need to rest for a while, and frankly I could use some rest as well. He slammed her on the shoulder. Indian Tea
Vera hoisted her bag with her yoga outfit over her shoulder as she walked out of the gym. ‘You wanna come in?’ she asked. What the fuck did he mean by that? Yoga was suppose to be a stress relief, but teaching four classes in a row, filled with annoying people expecting her to fix all of their problems with a simple warrior pose, was
