Marla had a loaded plate with toast and eggs and peanut butter and sliced bananas, along with a bowl of yogurt covered with the delicious, high-calorie granola. Sylvie sat opposite, sipping her soy and melon concoction. She’d need the protein to get through aerobics. Marla was spooning yogurt into her mouth and giggling. “So when he put you on hold, who did he say it was?” she asked again. After the two women had admitted that they were thinking of secretly calling Bob, they’d decided to call him simultaneously. “He said you were a disabled veteran,” Sylvie said. “Well, that isn’t true,” Marla explained. “I was never in a war.” “Only if you count the battle of the sexes,” Sylvie told her. “I can’t figure out why you walk like a boy,” Marla was saying later, as the two women were working together in a long, deserted spa hallway. “Maybe because I had an older brother,”
