Preface: When I told Marty about this incident, he commented the woman's corpse must still be missing because I wasn't in jail.
After a six-month hiatus, I made my way back to the local yoga studio. As I was getting settled, I struck up a conversation with the woman next to me, who said lots of pleasant things. She had the right kind of vibe, laughter and essence, bringing me back to my Phoenix life. I said to her in a wistful and nostalgic way, "You remind me of my friend Nancy."
When yoga started, I found myself having to concentrate, focus, and move deliberately, because after six months, I'm not as limber as I used to be.
So there I was in my down dog, focusing on breathing, not falling on my face, and keeping my back straight. The instructor said in her sing-song tone: "If it is in your practice, extend your left leg," so I did--all while my arms shook.
That's when the woman who no longer reminded me ANYTHING of my friend Nancy, reached across and--I wish I was making this up--tickled my foot. I'd like to add, I was no longer focusing on breathing, falling on my face, or keeping my back straight, and neither was anyone else in the room.
The woman laughed, as she said to me, "I bet your friend Nancy would have done that too."