She had no business being there.
Thirty-five, her friends all in Jacksonville. And Aikido, of all things. She was practicing four, five hours a day.
She’d never even been to New York before.
But there she was, for five weeks, sleeping on the mat. And training, with partners fifteen years her junior, and twenty years her senior. I can hardly imagine how grueling it must have been.
I wish I knew her, then.