The gym on the floor beneath George’s apartment was a happy discovery. And since it was early afternoon and everyone was at work, I was here alone. Which meant I was there to pant and scream and grunt my way through pushing out the heaviness of the last few days.
Yesterday was still niggling at the back of my mind though. I was still feeling uncertain over George’s proclamation regarding The Insider. I was also aware of the fact that it didn’t cover all our bases.
We didn’t know if she sold the story exclusively or not. Still, it didn’t matter. I wished that it did.
