|
|
|
|
| |
| |
Part Five, p6 | |
|
"Oh-nothing. Nothing. I'd better go!" I hurriedly got myself together and heaving my heavy bag over my shoulder, put my head down and marched towards the door. "Sherri!" The voice called again and I turned. "What?" 
"Amy wanted me to give you this note. I almost forgot it," he said contritely. This guy had the hots for Amy and she had blown him off with the excuse that she had to rush off to the gym to work out. He had gone to the gym with us one time, he even had pictures taken to prove it, but he had proven too soft and weak to keep up with scrawny Amy's manic workout routine. I had gone along to be polite to both of them, but left soon after I noticed his slavish attention to her every wriggle. He handed me the folded note, looking carefully for my reaction to it as I read it. My eyes widened in bewilderment and anger. Amy had written that she had taken the beaker of formula over to the gym to have it analyzed by the sports physician who worked there. She added that she was sure I had invented some new kind of steroid and was using it myself though she couldn't prove it. I crumpled the paper in my fist and muttered curse words through my gritted teeth and looked harshly at my co-worker's flushed red face. He was Amy's lovesick puppy all right, and now he was her messenger boy. I was too mad to say anything, just spun on my heels and made a beeline for the gym to get my formula back and to kick Amy's skinny butt. | |
|
|