St Nacho's 2 - Physical Therapy by Z. A. Maxfield

Author:Z. A. Maxfield [Maxfield, Z. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Izzie gave me a little sideways glance when I walked into Day-Use, but said nothing. Given her ability, according to my Red Hat ladies, to know when someone had been “getting some,” I kept an eye on her face for clues. Could she tell? Was I reading way too much into local rumor and speculation? I did an extra-careful scrub on the mens locker room to keep some space between us.

The morning wore on, and my Red Hat ladies came in to work out. If I stayed in Santo Ignacio, there would be a rhythm to my days. The cops seemed to come in on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, except Andy, who stopped by more often. The “girls,” as they called themselves, from the Red Hat Society came in on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Ken came in Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays for personal training, and he was down on my client list, a chunk of time blocked off after his hour with Izzie each time.

I was beginning to feel the heartbeat of the place; I could see the invisible ties that bound all its inhabitants together. I found out there was a good-natured rivalry between the firefighters and the police that often turned into active combat at the Labor Day picnic on the beach and the Fourth of July baseball game, but then was under strict cease-fire during the “Bears for Kids” and “Spark of Love” toy drives at Christmas.

I learned that Izzie volunteered her time at the local schools in a grassroots effort aimed at eradicating childhood obesity in Santo Ignacio, and that anyone who was hungry and couldnt afford to pay would get a takeout meal at Yen Chin with no questions asked.

If I stayed in Santo Ignacio, these people would fold me into the batter that made up their community, asking nothing more of me than to be nice and play by the rules. And from what I could tell, there werent that many of those. I was never sure, though, that it wouldnt go all to hell when people knew about me, which is why since I had gotten out of rehab the second time Id generally tried to keep one foot outside of any door.

I heard a voice behind me. “You gonna polish the vinyl off that thing, or can I use it?” Andy. Izzies boyfriend. Id been using a Clorox wipe on the pad of a weight bench, and Id apparently been doing it in an idle way for a while.

“Sure,” I told him. I looked around for Izzie and didnt find her. “Do you want me to spot you?”

“Yeah, if you think you can.” He smirked. “Youre a bitty thing compared to my Izzie.”

“Yeah, well,” I murmured, standing over him as he began his presses. “That applies to everyone around here. Shes pretty strong.”

“I know. At first I found it kind of disconcerting.”

I grinned. Id dated a gym bunny or two in my day and kind of liked being crushed a little, but not everyone did, especially, I figured, by a woman.

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