She arrived the next evening with chalk on her boots again.
He had been in the ring for thirty minutes, running the full system from the beginning, not targeting anything in particular, just moving through the forms at maintenance pace the way you moved through something that had become yours. The ring was warm. The lamp was at its working setting. The evening was quiet.
She came through the door and did not comment on him already being there and went to the far side and ran the third form twice through and then looked at him.
