Lana, thankfully, was still blabbing. “How well did you know Amanda? Everyone down here just loved her.”
The question seemed to take the life out of Sheridan. Jasmine called out, “Sheridan, stop hunching. I want your spine long from your tailbone to the crown of your head.”
Poor Sheridan dropped out of her pose and plopped on her mat.
Gabby asked, “Are you okay?”
A tear rolled down Sheridan’s cheek and dripped on the yoga mat.
“Now root your heels toward the earth,” Jasmine called. “Become connected.”
Why was everything so dramatic with yoga?
When Jasmine pushed down on Gabby’s heels, her hamstrings almost broke. At least she was giving Sheridan a break.
Lana, who also must have noticed the tear, said, “Oh, Sheridan, what’s the matter?”
A lightning bolt of inspiration hit Gabby. Last night, Sheridan had said she was broken up over losing a client. Now she was crying at the mention of Amanda. It was foreseeable that she and Amanda met through the president. Did a guy introduce hismistress and his psychic? It seemed odd, but that must be how the two met, and how Amanda broke the story.
“Were you working with Amanda?” Gabby asked quietly.
Sheridan didn’t say no.
“Even though she wrote that article about you?”
“That wasn’t about me. That was about the president for hiring me without clearance,” Sheridan said.
That was half true.
“She’s dead, and I didn’t save her.” Sheridan sniffled.
Jasmine walked back. “Ladies! Stop talking or I’m going to kick you out.”
Sheridan took a yoga breath like she was trying to keep it together, but her face fell again. “I’m too emotional for yoga. Sorry, Jasmine.”
Jasmine nodded her head. “Get centered. Come back tomorrow.”
On her way past Gabby, Sheridan stopped and whispered, “Someone is going to die this week.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Was that a threat? Gabby wobbled in her warrior pose while Sheridan walked out of the tent with her yoga mat under her arm and her head held high. Gabby stared after her with her jaw on the floor. Hopefully, Sheridan’s brain was still broken because that was not news anyone needed.
Oblivious, Jasmine said, “Root your feet to the earth and reach your head to the sky. Use your core. Many of us have forgotten to do something as simple as stand correctly.
“Gia!” Jasmine said sharply, “I’m talking to you.”
Had Gabby forgotten how to stand? Probably.
“Now hold your right leg out perpendicular to your body and grab your toe. You will never stand taller than after this.”
Taylor Swift’s posture bra sounded like a better option. But it was two hundred dollars, and some of the reviews said it was really hard to get off. You probably needed to do yoga to wear it.
Gabby teetered as she moved to one leg and put her foot back down.
If you can balance your body, you can balance your mind, you can balance your life.
