However although I felt somewhat naked standing in reception in just myyoga pants and sports bra I was at least with Liberty, who was for oncewearing ... bra and was wearing yoga pants like me."It's a sports bra, Cleopatra, so it doesn't count," she told me.I felt less naked by the end of class as it was an all women's class andso the Muslim women in class were wearing yoga pants and bras likeLiberty and me.I was exhausted by the end of the class, which Liberty seemed to findeasy.When we got home. The cat, an ancient if otherwise undistinguished gray tabby, was named Pyewacket, but the man out of habits old and dear called her Pye, and after consenting to be scratched for a few minutes she hopped up into the man’s lap. Back arched, claws extended gently, she leaned into the man as if to take the measure of his mood. ‘Well old girl,’ the man said in tired, Baltic tones, ‘it seems we will be having company soon.’ He looked at her, at the top of her head and her scruffy back, and he reached. . ALL GONE???”Delilah was cowering and bawling when Igor stepped in front of her. “Boss, I was right there with her. When she asked about verifying a recent deposit, they told her somebody, who they assumed had to be you, gave them the correct account number and password and the entire balance had been transferred to an account in Barbados! She then told them it had to have been a mistake and wanted the transaction reversed. They TRIED, but were told THAT account had already been transferred to. Christ I looked like death warmed over. I stared at the zombie looking back at me and drank two glasses of water from the spit cup. It was gross but so was that thing in the mirror. I washed up, feeling a little better, threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt. My legs and pits were still practically shaven from last night’s preparations. Oh jeez, last night. What was I doing?Breakfast was cold, but at least it was food. Pancakes and cinnamon butter with a fried egg sat okay in my belly and had.