She turns up the rhythmic chanting soundtrack another few notches and dims the lights before leaving the room, the door clicking behind her.
For reasons unknown, in the darkness I conjure up an image of Grant’s face. It brings a quick moment of pain, but it doesn’t last as long as similar thoughts did last week. Perhaps it’s possible there will come a time when I’ll think of Grant and not imagine me kicking him in the shins.
I’m definitely not ready to spend significant time with him, but I envision a future where we can be in the same room. Especially if he comes along as a part of his friend group. Finding a set of four girls who aren’t petty, jealous, and back stabbers is worth putting up with a bit of Grant.
The door creaks open and the technician is back before I realize twenty minutes has passed. It took me longer than it should to work through those emotions and accept four people in my life as friends. Is Drew right and I need to loosen up a bit?
The tech breaks into my solitude and explains the cactus fiber cloth she’ll use to remove the clay before spraying me. It sounds painful with the cactus and all, but it’s surprisingly pleasant as she rakes the cloth over my legs removing the excess dried clay. I close my eyes and find my center of relaxation.
Immediately my thoughts return to Grant. I’m not sure if having to see him again will even be a problem. He called three times, but never left a voicemail. The last call came on Wednesday. Grant hasn’t visited the center, and Drew promised me he hasn’t had to turn him away from the house. He’s gone radio silent and given up trying to apologize or win me back.
Is it possible he’s already found my replacement? It should make me happy not having to worry about him showing up randomly, but I’m disappointed. We were never getting back together, but I thought I’d be worth more effort.
The first lather of warm water spreads up my legs as she rinses off the small traces of remaining clay, the water a jolt out of my thoughts. By the time she’s given me directions to visit the sauna to complete my treatment, I’ve formed a new outlook on life based off my earlier musings.
Screw Grant Moore III.Figuratively not literally.I’m becoming an RDA girl and I won’t let him ruin these friendships.
