Now that was what he called muscle tone. And that was what he called a bone…
Fiona, meanwhile, was beginning to regret having agreed to meet Raul for coffee. Having discovered Raul’s number, she rang to tell him she had changed her mind, but when a little girl answered and said he had fallen asleep in his rocking chair, she changed her mind again. There couldn’t be any harm in a coffee, or in meeting under more civilized circumstances, for old times’ sake… he had made it clear that he had even less inclination to discuss what he did for a living than she did to discuss what she had done that day for pleasure.
Why? She hadn’t the faintest. All she knew was that it had brought her some peace of mind. She was happy in her body for a change. She needed nothing and nobody. Although today, in addition to feeling purified of toxins she hadn’t even known existed, there was underneath it all an inexplicable elation… a sense of possibilities… possibilities that were going to open up for her with the seductive inevitability of a blooming flower. Looking around her, she could not blame anyone but herself for this prison she had made for herself. She felt sorry for these people with her, these people whom she had trained to do her thinking for her… what would her husband do when he discovered this was no longer going to be?
Right now, as they undressed for bed, he seemed intrigued by the spring to her footsteps. ‘You’re looking especially beautiful tonight, my dear. Whatever you did today, it certainly did you good. Perhaps you should go to that spa more often.’
Once they were in bed, he reached for her. Sometimes, after a day like this, miracles could happen between them. But not today. No, today she had a secret and mysterious hope to cherish. For once, she felt happy, not guilty, to be selfish.
‘I’m sorry, darling,’ she said to her husband as she turned away. ‘I’m afraid I have a splitting headache.’
A Note on the Author
Maureen Freely is the author of three
novels, Mother’s Helper, The Life of
the Party and The Stork Club. She lives
in Bath.
By the Same Author
MOTHER’S HELPER
THE LIFE OF THE PARTY
THE STORK CLUB
First published 1994
Copyright © 1994 by Maureen Freely
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