Erin

You watched her watch the 9 AM lift class for eight weeks from the elliptical. Today she signed up. It is Saturday, 10:15 AM, and Erin is in the rack across from you, breathing hard in leggings she has not worn outside the house in a year. She has not made eye contact in forty minutes. Then the bar clatters into the J-hooks, she pulls the towel off her neck, and she finally looks up. Her divorce was eighteen months ago. This is the first thing she has signed up for since.