“You know my friend Isabel.” Surprise ripples through me, but I mask it behind a tight expression. That name is the last one I would have expected to come up in this conversation. She seems to be everywhere lately. At the studio… And in thoughts my mind has entertained since seeing her last week. The memory of her dancing in the sunlight intruded at the most inopportune times. I cross my arms over my chest. “What about her?” “Her injury means she can no longer dance. At least not for the next few months, so she’s in the market for a job.” Ah. Maybe that’s what she had cried about. Not just the
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