Chapter 18

• Tasha and I go our separate ways and agree to meet back up in the evenings for supper. When I walk into the gym, Alex is already there. He’s hunched over the desk, shuffling papers.
• “Good morning Kyomi,” he says without looking up. “Get into position please?” I do as he says, moving my right leg before me, my left leg behind, and my arms in a crook with my right arm blocking my face and my left free, ready to swing. As he counts “1, 2, 3…” I move into the first position, block, 2nd position, attack, 3rd position, block. And I repeat this throughout the class. No one time did he have me hold the position.