Joy
“What’s he doing?” I whispered as Alex and I poked our head around the door into Mr. Falcon’s gym. There were a lot of machines and weights and barbells and dumbbells and mirrors. Apart from some windows that looked out on the back yard, the whole place was covered with mirrors.
Which meant there was a very high probability Alex’s Daddy had already seen us spying on him from the doorway. He was laying on his back, pushing a sled loaded with weights up and down with his legs. He was wearing shorts, and for the first time I saw how big and muscular (and slightly hairy) Mr. Falcon’s legs were. They looked like the legs of those muscle-men you see on TV.
“He’s exercising,” Alex said with a frown. “Usually he exercises in the morning…unless…”
“Unless what?”
He lowered his voice to bar
