The next day, Roy and Pat forewent the forest path, now muddy from rains, and opted instead to run on the treadmill at the gym and take a good long soak in the hot tub afterward.
It also gave Pat the opportunity to ask questions. “So Kathleen’s been there every night?”
“Uh-huh,” Roy murmured. Maybe if he was uncommunicative, Pat would give up and mind his own business so they could appreciate a good soak in peace.
“What’s she like these days? Is she as intense as she was when we were young?”
“Intense?”
“You know. Always trying too hard. She had to always be the best at everything—student president, top student. Intense.”
“She’s still organized. I think that’s where Nicole gets it from. She’s a spreadsheet person.”
“Is she organizing you, too?”
“No, not really. More like strongly su
