Chapter 4, in which our hero does some yoga
(halski pipes in...ed.)
Ansel stared at her. "Where am I?" he asked.
"Why, you're in the apartment just below your apartment," she said. "My place is directly under your place, so your coming here would put you . . .hmmm, by my estimation, in the apartment just below your apartment. Welcome,welcome. My name is Florence Pishky. Nice pajamas."
Ansel looked at his pajamas. They were absolutely nice pajamas. "Thank you, Miss Pishky," he said.
"Oh, call me Flo," said Flo. "Shall we begin?"
"Begin what?" said Ansel.
"Why, yoga, of course," she said, and she put her right leg over her head until her ankle rested on her left shoulder.
"But . . . but I'm wearing pajamas," said Ansel.
"Perfect," said Flo. "It's my speciality. I call it Pajamayoga. Sit down, young man." And he did sit down across from Miss Florence Pishky, (that's Flo to you), and stared at her. She had long red wavy hair, and her green
eyes were truly swimming like happy Jell-O in a grooving bowl on the dashboard of a car going down the road while listening to the finest boogie music. "Now, then: lesson number one. Breathe."
"Breathe," Ansel repeated.
"Yes, yes," she said. "Breathe. It's the most natural thing we humans do. Go ahead, pajama man. Take a breath."
Ansel inhaled. And just as he was about to exhale, he looked behind Flo and saw the most amazing thing.
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