“Oh Trix,” I said casually, “I need to speak to Hal.”
Hal owned the club; I knew he was the only one in a position to let me barter for the dues.
“He’s gone down to the game,” she replied. And then, “I can’t get over that mess yesterday. Fritz writhing on the floor like a woman in labor. Makes him know what it’s like.”
To the best of my knowledge, Trixie had no children. How did she know what it was like? “Just tell me when Hal will be back,” I said.
“Oh, not until tomorrow. Why? You have a problem with something?”
“Look, Trix,” I said, “tell him I want to do something for him to take care of my dues this month. Clean or whatever. Just see what he says.”
She agreed. We decided to talk more the next day at the morning aerobics class, which she had taken over from another instructor. A
