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“What is with you lately?” Lydia asked me at lunch. “You look like you never sleep anymore.”
Oh, I sleep. For a few hours. Then I hike the Alps the rest of the night and sometimes help rescue injured young Englishmen. And still make it to school by first period.
I lifted my head off the cafeteria table, grunted something unintelligible, and went back to trying to sleep, which was hard to do with Gemma hyena-ing to her buddies over at the far table.
“I could teach you a special yoga pose,” Lydia offered. “Twenty minutes of it is like taking a two-hour nap.”
That got my attention. “Really?”
She crumpled up her lunch sack. “Let’s go to the library. They have carpeting. I’ll show you.”
Since this was the first time I’d ever agreed to even try a yoga pose, she was pretty excited.
She
