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Chapter 4

Sanya
M y phone vibrates and blasts “It’s Raining Men.” I smile at the inside

joke; my mom is single and always on the prowl. I hit answer on the

Bluetooth in my ear. The Bluetooth has become my constant
companion over the last few days. Henry’s workouts are brutal. I often find myself
boneless and incapable of doing simple things like holding a phone.
We started the very next morning after our meeting. It is only day four, and it
feels like day forty. Henry is intense and all business during the workout; It would
be sexy if I weren’t dying. Then, he is sweet and jovial after – like I have energy to
joke around. To make matters worse, he is coming over in an hour to perform the
kitchen purge. Goodbye Mallowmars. You were close friends and confidants; you
surely will be missed.

“Go for charity,” I taunt before sinking to my shoulders in my warm post
workout bath.
“Oh, darling, I don’t think you are a charity case,” my mom scoffs into the
phone.

I roll my eyes heavenward. “So, none of this call is about me giving you
grandchildren, me finding a new man, or you finding a new beauty fad or outfit
for me to try?”
My mom snorts with indignation. “I can’t buy my daughter clothes and make-
up? I thought daughters appreciated that sort of thing.”
I groan although I’m not frustrated or upset. My mother amuses me, and I like
giving her a hard time. “I would if it were my style,” I say in a singsong voice.