Chapter Seven
The week dragged. Friday kept looming brightly in the distance, but never seemed to get any closer. Marie found herself doing something shed never done at the office before: Watching the clock. Oh, she still did all of her work as efficiently as she always had, but her gaze kept drifting upwards to the old wall clock. It occurred to her more than once that she also needed a calendar.
The first day at the gym had been very much like torture. Shed no sooner arrived there than a tall and imposing trainer who looked like one of those notorious old East German women athletes must have looked snagged her and proceeded put her through the most intense and wearing session Marie could remember. The only good parts about it had been the fact that she did the exact same thing to Che
