Channing was beside her, knotting the top of the trash can liner.
“We’ll toss this in the dumpster, shove your laundry into the machine, and get some calories into you.”
“I can handle my chores.” She added most of the contents of her overnight bag to the laundry. “You have more fun ways to spend your Sunday.”
“Nope.”
Channing set the trash near the door and reached for her coat.
“Nothing’s more fun than whipping you into shape. First, we get you a real meal. After we eat, we come back here and I help you write up your life story. We get a draft, I drill you on it. Tomorrow, we go through it for Quinn so he can plan how to represent you. We edit, polish—whatever’s needed. Tuesday, New Year’s Day, I’m back over and I drill you again. Agreed?”
Agree to let Channing monitor her every mov
