Alan's mom was worried. She could tell things were off at the last visit. She was thinking about this. Flashes of
Imogen Howe
were on her mind. There was something off she thought, no love. She couldn't feel anything.
She was on a bike now. Zumba too hard for the knees so they all started cycling. They had the bikes close together and they traded music. Today it was Bethany's turn. She mostly just played the radio.
As she cycled she mulled things over. Her body thought for her. Something was up. Ever since Imogen went missing, just isn't the same. She almost left the class to call Alan.
Then a thought came over her to call Imogen. Ask her what the fuck is going on.
The adrenalin and endorphins made it seem like a good idea. So before she had time to run it by anyone, she texted her.
"Lunch tomorrow? Haven't had girl time in awhile."
