Butch wandered aimlessly around the gym waiting for his first personal training session. He stopped every now and then to say something to a client and give advice on how to do an exercise, but his mind was on other things. He checked his watch. It was past the time that Ernie usually arrived. Ernie had told Butch he would be in. They had planned to go out after his workout. Why wasn’t he here? And where was Bill? He’d mentioned he’d be in, too.
Butch strolled over to the client’s locker room to check it one more time. He reached for the door but it swung open. Bill came out, bumping into Butch, knocking him off balance.
“Hey, Butch!” the big man said, reaching out to steady him. “How’s it hangin’?”
“Uh, good, fine,” Butch said, regaining his footing. “You here for a workout?”
Of cours
