Chapter 36Five-pound weights in hand, Rey straddled a padded bench on the second floor of Carmie’s hoity-toity club. While grabbing the mystery key at the condo, we’d decided if we were going to drop by the place, it might appear more convincing if we looked like fitness enthusiasts. Out came lululemon wear.
And here we were, with spiffy hand towels advertising the club in gold stitching and marbled plastic water-bottle holders—“gifts” granted when you paid the inexpensive price of one-hundred dollars for a one-day get-to-know-the-club guest pass.
At a little after two, the place was fairly busy. Either there was a holiday we’d forgotten about or the wealthy truly did have a lot of time on their hands.
We were the only ones in the second-floor women’s weight section while in the far cor
