Ход королевы
Chapter 13
“Firmupyourpectorals,”Jolenesaid.
“Ithoughtthatwasakindoffish,”Bethsaid.
Jolenelaughed.“Trustme,honey.Thisiswhatyouneed.”
Bethdidthemall—furiousandterriblyoutofbreath.ItmadeherfuryworsetoseethatJoleneusedfarheavierweightsthanshedid.Butthen,Jolene’sfigurewasperfect.
Theshowerafterwardwasexquisite.Therewerestrongwaterjets,andBethsprayedherselfhard,gettingthesweatoff.Shesoapedherselfthoroughlyandwatchedthefoamswirlonthewhitetilesatherfeetassherinseditoffwithastinginghotspray.
ThewomanatthecafeteriawashandingBethaplatewithsalisburysteakonitwhenJolenepushedhertrayupnexttoBeth’s.“Noneofthat,”Jolenesaid.Shetooktheplateandhandeditback.“Nogravy,”shesaid,“andnopotatoes.”
“I’mnotoverweight,”Bethsaid.“Itwon’thurtmetoeatpotatoes.
Jolenesaidnothing.WhentheypushedtheirtrayspasttheJell-OandBavariancreampie,Joleneshookherhead.“Youatechocolatemousselastnight,”Bethsaid.
“Lastnightwasspecial,”Jolenesaid.“Thisistoday.”
Theyhadlunchateleven-thirtybecauseJolenehadatwelveo’clockclass.WhenBethaskedherwhatitwas,Jolenesaid,“EasternEuropeintheTwentiethCentury.”
“IsthatpartofPhys.Ed.?”Bethasked.
“Ididn’ttellallofityesterday.I’mgettinganM.S.inpoliticalscience.”Bethstaredather.“Honisoitquimalypense,”Jolenesaid.
WhenBethgotupthenextmorning,herbackandcalvesweresore,andshedecidednottogotothegym.
