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moment of my life. But if
I try to stop her, she’ll just be more determined to do it.
And, I don’t want to teach her that she’s not enough. The
world is already so determined to do that to her,” I said
softly.
    Amy took my hand, giving it a squeeze.
“You’re a good mom.”
    “Thanks. I hope so.”
    We watched the rest of Sarah’s
lesson in silence. Heidi had Sarah practicing her dismount for the
rest of the session, though they only actually did the dismount three
times.
    After they finished practicing, they
stayed on the mat. Heidi spoke to Sarah for a long time and claimed
Sarah’s undivided attention. Sarah nodded once, and then they
both stood and walked toward me. After putting on her clothes, Sarah
made a beeline for us, climbing directly into Amy’s lap.
    “Hey, adorable,” Amy said.
    “I thought I saw you coming in,
Amy,” Heidi called over, a wide smile on her face.
    “Hey there, Ms. Heidi, how are
you?”
    “I am doing just fine, just fine,
thank you for asking. You look very nice. How is your job in
advertising?”
    “Marketing,” Amy corrected.
“Fantastic.”
    “And how is that handsome husband
of yours?”
    “Wonderful, he couldn’t be
better to me. We’re very happy,” Amy said, a smile fixed
securely on her face.
    “Well, that is good to hear.
Unfortunately, ladies, as much as I’d love to visit with you, I
have a class coming in at three I have to set up for. I’ll see
you two next Wednesday,” she said, pointing at me and Sarah.
    “Thank you so much, Heidi,”
I said.
    “It’s my pleasure,”
she replied with a wave as she turned around and headed back for the
mats.
    As we walked out of the gym, all three
of us connected by our held hands, I turned to Amy. “Oh, I
forgot to mention, I was invited to this barbeque thing this evening.
You and Peter were included in the invite too, but I understand if
you’d rather do dinner just us.”
    “Probably, but I’ll text
him,” she said as she pulled her phone from her purse with her
free hand. “Whose barbeque is it?”
    “A guy named Patrick, his
daughter Kay is in Sarah’s—”
    “Not Patrick Kelly?”
    “You know him?”
    Amy laughed. “Yes, what a
coincidence. He’s Peter’s friend, they play tennis and
golf at the club.”
    “Crazy. We’re kind of
becoming friends,” I said, shrugging.
    “Which kind of friends?”
she asked, her lips twitching with what I guessed was a suppressed
smile.
    “The kind that go to barbeques.
Don’t make too much of it,” I told her, as I clicked the
beeper for my car.
    “So he asked you out?” she
said.
    I gave her a warning glare as I helped
Sarah into her seat and buckled her in. “Nap if you need to,
angel.” She curled up, eyelids heavy.
    When I straightened, I saw Amy’s
shoulders bobbing up and down as she laughed under her breath.
    “It’s just so funny,”
she said.
    “Why’s that funny, Amy?”
I asked, rolling my eyes.
    Amy got into the passenger seat, still
looking all too amused. “It’s just that he’s
something of a celebrity at the club. He’s from an extremely wealthy family and I guess he practically grew up there. He’s
the best tennis and golf player there, by far, and he’s friends
with everyone. His wife was pretty much shunned when she left him for
her boss.”
    “I don’t get why any of
that is funny,” I said, starting the car.
    “Because the women there throw
themselves at him left and right—even the married ones—right
in front of his daughter. It’s so bad; it’s something of
a joke between me and Peter. Especially since Patrick doesn’t
give any of those women the time of day. He’s always nice but
dismissive. Then he goes and asks out my sister, a coffee-shop owning
bartender who hates rich people.”
    “I don’t hate rich people.
Half the people I love are rich. Everyone in this city is freaking
rich,” I said.
    “I’m not talking about our
kind of rich,” she said.
    “What other kind of rich is
there?”
    “Trust