Chapter 24: Accidents Happen

It had been a few days, and I hadn’t heard from Luke. In the meantime, I still had to keep up with my other client, old Mrs. Rosa. When I arrived at her bungalow for our scheduled session, she opened the door, stroking her orange tabby cat.

“Come in, honey,” she said.

We started our warm-up in old Mrs. Rosa’s living room, covered in outdated green shag carpet. Not only had old Mrs. Rosa been making progress with the weights, her balance and posture were improving - important keys to old lady health. Thanks to the exercise and stretching regimen, old Mrs. Rosa said she could now open a can of pickles on her own.

“How’s Oscar?” I asked.

“He’s good. He’s busy. Tax season,” she said nodding. According to old Mrs. Rosa, it was always tax season. I suspected it was something her son, Oscar, told her as an excuse for why he didn’t visit as often as she wanted him to.

“And the poodle?” I asked.