It was lunchtime. After a typically busy morning, Perry decided to go to a local delicatessen. On the way out of the office, he walked by one of the rooms. It had a comfortable couch and cabinets of mostly law books. Occasionally, he would sleep in this room, when he worked a particularly long day.

Today, Della Street was there. She was stocking-footed—her shoes were by the couch—and she was doing a series of stretches. Fascinated, he watched her. First, she did some standing poses. Then she lied down on the couch and did some lying poses.

Finally, he walked in. "Hi, Della."

"Oh, hi, Chief!"

"What'cha doing?"

"It's called yoga. It's an exercise regimen from India."

"Oh, yes, I've heard of it. I didn't know you did it."

"I've just started. I bought a yoga book, a couple months ago, and have been trying to copy it."

"Forgive me for saying so, but you look really beautiful, while doing it!"

She smiled. "You're forgiven, Chief! Say, why don't you join me?"

"Sorry, I can't. I've only had coffee, so far today, and I'm famished!"

"Oh, ok. Well, how about this: We do yoga this evening, before getting off."
"That's a good idea. Let's say 5:30pm? Unless I have some extra work to do."

"Chief, you always have extra work to do!"

He chuckled. "True! I think I should be able to get out by then."

"Ok, Chief."

"Well, see you."

"Have a nice meal."

"Thanks. Have you eaten?"

"I had some salad, before starting this."

"That's good."

He left, and she continued her yoga.

Fortunately, he was able to finish up his work by 5:30. They met and went back into the room.

"Now, take off your shoes, coat, and tie," she said.

"All that?"

She smiled. "All that!"

"Well, you're the expert!"

He took those items off, and she took her shoes off.

They started with standing poses. Some were harder for him to do than others, but with her help he was able to get through them. Then she had him do lying poses with her.

"This IS very relaxing," he admitted. "I can feel my weariness go away."

"I've been doing this for less than a month, and I can already feel improvements with my body. Oh, would you do a little favor for me?"

"Sure, Della."

She sat with her legs in front of her. "Could you hold onto my feet, while I do this pose?"

"All right."

He knelt at her legs and held her feet. She raised her torso and grasped her legs with her hands. "Thanks, Chief. Eventually, I'll be able to do this by myself."

"Well, I'll always be here for you!"

She smiled. "I know you will—Perry!"

"Is this a private party, or can I join in?" a third voice said.

Paul Drake had entered the room!

Perry and Della stood up. "Hi, Paul," he said. "Have you been here long?"

"A couple of minutes. Hope you don't mind my watching you."

"I don't mind, how about you, Della?"

"Not at all. We were doing yoga."

"I know about it. One of my female operatives also does it."

"Is this a social call?" Perry asked.

"Some developments in the Ramsey case that I thought might interest you."

"Ok, let's go to my office."

He and Della put their shoes back on, and he also donned his tie and coat.

"Say, I've got a proposal," said Paul. "After we finished, why don't I treat the two of you to dinner?"

"I like that proposal! How about you, Della?"

"I like it even more!"

The three of them left the office and headed to Perry's inner office. They were there for fifteen minutes, then headed for dinner together.