Linn looked outside, squinting.
“Is it a person?”
“I don’t know, but it kind of looks like it, don’t you think?”
Linn walked towards the front door.
“I have to check it out,” she shouted and Emelie pulled the towel closer to her body, following her daughter into the garden. The warm evening air felt soothing on her slightly sunburnt upper arms, and she quickly peeked over towards Andreas’ cottage. She was hoping he wouldn’t come out now when she was standing there in nothing but a towel.
“But, it is a person! I think they might be doing yoga,” Linn said, tilting her head.
They walked as far as they could in the garden and stopped right before the white wooden fence that surrounded the plot.
“It’s a woman,” Emelie said, hesitantly. “Look – she is doing ‘the tree’!”
“What did you say?”
Emelie laughed
“It’s a yoga position where you stand with your arms over your head and one foot on the opposite thigh”, she explained.
“How do you know that? You have never done any yoga,” Linn said suspiciously.
Emelie grinned and pretended to dust something off her shoulder.
“Gotta keep up to date”, she said, laughing, and they started walking back towards the house again.
“I wonder why she is standing up there?”
Linn turned her head and looked at the woman once more.
“Look mum, she has changed position – what is that one called?”
The woman was standing with one hand stretched out in front of her and the right one holding the right foot, pulling it backwards.
“Er, well, maybe it’s ‘the cross’? Or ‘the pretzel’?”
Linn looked suspiciously at her.
“Really? Ah, you’re only messing with me”, she said and playfully tugged Emelie’s towel.
“Stop that, I don’t want to flash anyone in my garden”, Emelie said, grabbing the towel harder.
“What? You don’t? But there’s no one here to see you” Linn said and pulled it again, making a part of the towel slip out of her hand.
Emelie tried to catch the towel before it fell to the ground but wasn’t entirely successful. She had almost managed to grab it when the door to the guesthouse opened.
“I thought I heard someone. Oops…”
Emilie did a maneuver with her upper body and one arm that almost gave her whiplash, but finally managed to wrap the towel around her naked body. Hopefully Andreas hadn’t had the time to see anything.
“Hello Andreas, how’s life over at the little house?”
Emelie smiled stiffly, clutching the towel as hard as she could. No more flashing in front of him today.
“Er, well, just fine. What are you up to?”
Emelie smiled again, speeding up her steps.
