Tab got back to the gym in the middle of the advanced class. Through the glass doors, he could see them all crowding round a demonstration, and waved to Uncle Eddie before taking up position behind the desk. Aunt JuliKate usually covered it when he was at college, but she was nowhere to be seen.
He settled back, abandoning his doodles on the counter, and logged on to the gym wi-fi system. He had an email from the charity who’d stepped in when Mum had started to…well, step out, and he saved it into the Mum Stuff folder for reading later—much later, because Mum stuff was depressing stuff—and a couple of junk mails about art degrees in America. No way was he going to America. There had never been a hot American guy in the history of ever (no matter what Maxi said about half-a-dozen actors) b
