“Nah, you’ve just generally gotten boring since I moved out here. Maybe it’s because we’re living so close to each other now. There’s no sense of excitement anymore. The thrill is gone. Honeymoon’s over.” She poked her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout and clutched her hands together against her chest, as if truly saddened by this revelation.
Ah. Figured. Easy out, easy excuses, when one had a kid to use as a crutch for getting out of things. She nodded, though she didn’t share the same amusement as her friend. “How sad for you. Must suck losing out on such a riveting morning routine.” Tai Chi involved too much patience, too much slowness. Kendall wasn’t a fan of slow.
Kendall shoved another branch out of the way, purposely letting it fly back into place in hopes of smacking Deb in the face. “Am not. There isn’t a soft bone in my body.” The phrasing made her snort a laugh, frightening off a couple birds perched on a fallen log. “You’re the softie,” she added, as if it were an insult.
She glanced at the other woman, and a glint of light drew her attention to Deb’s hand. “New jewelry?” She asked, gesturing. “Since when do you wear that kinda stuff?”