Zumba Class

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We started going at the same time, angling to get a spot not too close to the front of the mirror, but not too far in the back either. One day Jan and I both showed up wearing identical black and white-patterned leggings.

“We could be twins,” she said. Not quite. I was older and thirty pounds heavier, which is why I had signed up for zumba in the first place. High blood pressure. She’s this little thing, a ponytail pulled so tight, I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. I found out she’s the chatty type, small and chatty. Next class, she told me a story about her aunt who’d raised two sets of twins.  Every week she had another update in five-minute segments before zumba started, the story about a neighbor who sold an ice-cream truck route for $100,000, or  someone with two tiny uteruses who was going to be interviewed by People magazine.

“Is that the aunt who had two sets of twins?” She didn’t know what I was talking about.

Months later she whispered right before a Wednesday class, “I’m leaving him.”

“Leaving who?”

“That bastard.”

I’m on the elliptical and feeling like a Clydesdale horse. Clop. Clop. Clop. The doctor said I have a heart murmur. No more zumba. I never saw her again.

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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