Chapter 17
Bargaining With The Baby Gods
The first day of Carla’s get-fit program was hell. Her feet and ankles were puffy as she tied on her running shoes. But if she was going to go for more auditions, she had to lose weight. She’d start by power-walking along the steep coastal track. It was a route favoured by tourists trying to spot local TV soapie stars, who jogged in tiny shorts barely covering their pert backsides.
Carla was one of the few walkers who ran unplugged. ‘I’m either exercising or I’m listening to music,’ she reasoned. She listened to the drum of the ocean and her own ragged breath while trying to block out her deafening inner-critic. Hell, how could I have blown that audition? What a bloody smartarse that Brad guy was! Will he tell Laurie I stuffed up? She wondered if
