CHAPTER 47
PETRA BOUNDED UP the stairs to the Pilates room and opened the door. She hoped the new course would fare better than the previous one. The room was full, and surprisingly there seemed to be a few familiar faces.
“Hi everyone. Welcome to the first class. I’m Petra. Has anybody done Pilates with gym balls before?”
Five hands shot up in the air. Petra recognised the exercise freak and the ghastly builder straight away. A voice called out from the back.
“Hi Petra. Remember me? I’m Malcolm.”
Ah yes, the gay one.
“Hi Malcolm. Who’s that with you?”
“Rick. He hasn’t done this before.”
Petra couldn’t for the life of her remember the name of Malcolm’s previous friend.
“Hi Rick. Is the other chap coming as well?”
“No, Julian lives in London now, but I still see him so
