Chapter Nineteen
Up early the next morning and feeling surprisingly expansive, Tommy settled into her morning routine with stretching and the free weights. Following that, she did fifty crunchies before stepping into the shower. She toweled off, and pulled on a man's shirt; comfy and loose. Then she discovered her empty refrigerator. Tommy poked around for veggie wieners but there was nothing but stale condiments, a part-container of watery cottage cheese and a couple of bottles of spring water. Crap. Nothing for breakfast. Tommy had forgotten to do the shopping. Her tummy rumbled in protest as she closed the fridge door, disgusted.
Her cell phone chimed. “Hey Tommy,” Jilly chided, “So I gotta call at eight-thirty in the morning to get a hold of you? Make an appointment? You've been a bu
