Page 48 of Just One Silver Fox

“No, bigger than that,” she said. “Reclaiming your life. Healing. Claiming the future you want.Becoming who you were born to be.”

“That sounds like therapy,” Cassie said. “And we want to be sure we don’t offer more than we can deliver.”

“But I’m a registered therapist,” Sonia said.

“Since when?” Cassie’s surprise was clear.

“Since May. I just got my certification framed.”

“How fabulous is that? Congratulations!”

“Thank you.”

“You never said anything.”

“I was doing it part-time. I wasn’t sure what I’d do when I was finished.”

“And this means you can stay with us.”

“I’d really like to.”

There was a pause. “But the thing is, Sonia, that you might not be plausible as a model for change,” Cassie said gently. “I had suggested that you teach, because your classes were always popular, but—”

Sonia understood. “I’m slender,” she said. “You think I didn’t need to make much change.”

“And you’re really pretty,” Cassie said. “Maybe we should stick with a yoga class…”

Sonia spoke up quickly. “I’m going to email you a picture of me from twelve years ago, when I first got serious about my yoga practice.” It was terrifying to think of willingly sharing her history, but Sonia knew it was the next step. She had to claim her past to own it and conquer it.

“Okay,” Cassie said, her uncertainty clear. Sonia sent the picture from her laptop. There was another pause and she closed her eyes as she waited.

“You didn’t manage that change just with yoga,” Cassie said finally.

“No, but it helped.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“Yes, but not today. I don’t want to derail your Sunday.”

“I’m here for you, Sonia,” Cassie said, but Marty cried again in the background.

Sonia smiled. “You need to be there for someone else right now. I’ll finish a couple of scripts and send them to you later today.”

“And I’ll work up some sketches for graphics. Let’s do a video-conference tomorrow afternoon. I’d love to have this proposal ready for Wednesday’s meeting.”

“Sounds good.”

Marty’s cries became louder and Cassie spoke more quickly. “I’m really excited that you decided to do this. Don’t think I was trying to dissuade you.”

“I didn’t,” Sonia said. “We need to look at the whole branding package and part of that is finding the weak points.”

“Spoken like a true mini-me,” Cassie said and they laughed together.

Meanwhile, Marty wailed in close proximity.

“I’ve lost the war,” Reid said, sounding agitated.

“Only one battle,” she said. “Give him to me. How’s two tomorrow, Sonia?”

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