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new movie. And when I say new, I mean made within the last decade.
    “ Man of Steel isn’t a chick flick.”
    “Maybe not but I’d sure like that Henry Cavill to flick my chick with his man of steel .” Sophie glanced over for my reaction. “See what I did there?” Raising her eyebrows and smiling.
    Pursing my lips, I simply shook my head and rolled my eyes, trying not to encourage her.
    “While I’d love nothing more than to watch you drool for two hours, I can’t. I’m meeting with my mutha-in-law at three.”
    “Dum. Dum. Dum.” Ominous music .
    “She’s not that bad.” I paused. “She can be overbearing. And controlling. And nosey. And fake. But other than that she’s an absolute delight to be around.”
    It was Sophie’s turn to purse, shake, and roll. “So, what are you and Witchy Poo up to today?”
    “As part of Forsyth wife training, I need to champion a cause . . .”
    “Her cause.”
    I adjusted the strap of my yoga mat on my shoulder. “She’s part of some ladies charity that’s having some kind of fundraiser to raise money for something at one of the hospitals.”
    “Wow, you’ve really got the details of that nailed down.”
    “If I knew Will’s mother genuinely cared and wasn’t doing it all for show, I’d get onboard.”
    Sophie opened the door to the yoga studio and motioned for me to go ahead of her.
    “So is married life still blissfully happy?” she asked, as we entered the classroom.
    Getting girl time in with my best friend had become increasingly more difficult over the past year. Not only because I got married but because Sophie’s job had her traveling a lot. She had taken the position as a project manager at Google. The job required her to travel to lands far and wide several times a year. It was a rare treat that we were able to attend class together.
    We walked over to our regular spot. I set my bag and mat down, shrugging my shoulders in response to her question.
    Unrolling her mat, Sophie ordered. “Talk to me.”
    “There’s nothing to talk about. Will and I are doing great as always.”
    “Then what’s with the shrugging shoulders?”
    I sat down on my mat, extending my legs out in front of me. I reached my arms forward, stretching my back. “It’s nothing really. We just had a little disagreement the other night.”
    Sophie plopped beside me. “About what?”
    A few people drifted into the room, one of them being Adele Tannenbaum. Adele was an older woman, in her sixties. Her hair was streaked in varying shades of gray, her face lined with years of living, but her body was sick. I suspected that she’d been doing yoga since its inception. She was a nice enough lady but nosey as hell. She was always trying to find out which instructors were sleeping with clients, who had face lifts and boob jobs. Most of us had carved out a usual spot in class. Not Adele. She liked to change it up, choosing a different area each class in hopes that some fresh juicy gossip would come her way. Today Adele was fishing in my pond.
    “Nothing really. It was stupid,” I said, keeping my voice low.
    “Bryson, you’re the most transparent person I know. I can tell by just looking at you it’s not nothing. Spill.” Sophie ordered.
    I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Adele was out of earshot.
    Leaning closer to Sophie, I said in a low voice, “I floated the idea of taking a couple of cooking classes by Will. He wasn’t exactly a fan of the idea.”
    “Of course he wasn’t. It would take two seconds away from him.” Sarcasm coated Sophie’s words.
    “Will is just old-fashioned. Plus, he knows things are going to get crazy busy with the house being built and we are planning on starting a family soon.”
    “So what’s the problem?”
    “After he put the kibosh on the classes, he disappeared into his office. I thought he was pissed off. You know how when we were in school and had a fight, I wouldn’t hear from him for a couple of days. Then he’d come back with