whispered to Al. She had on her gray sweat pants and sweatshirt. âIâm color coordinated,â she said. âSure, why not?â
We went out. Ms. Bolton was still in the changing room.
âO.K., girls,â Big Al said. âThis is your first workout?â
We nodded. Behind us, we heard Ms. Boltonâs door open.
Big Alâs eyes popped. He squeezed his nose with two fingers and closed his eyes. Then he opened them.
âWooeee,â Big Al sighed.
We turned. Ms. Bolton was dressed in a lime green leotard over a pink body suit.
She made Cher look out of shape.
Al and I were stunned, bowled over. To think that she kept all her gorgeous self under wraps in her baggy clothes and her red tights.
Amazing.
âIâve been working out since I was fifteen,â Ms. Bolton said. âI used to be, well, not fat exactly, but sort of spongy. No muscle tone. My brothers turned me on to working out. They got me interested in lifting weights and running and doing sit-ups. Then I went to a fitness center and really got hooked. I can hardly wait to get back into doing that stuff. It makes me feel really great.â
âHey, miss, you wanna stand in my window for a couple hours?â Big Al said. âOne look at you, theyâll knock down the doors. How about it? Iâd pay.â
âI know,â Al said. âHang a sign on her that says AFTER and one on me that says BEFORE.â
She gave Big Al a piercer.
âWhatâs it worth?â she asked him.
âIâll hafta think about it,â Big Al said.
Twelve
We walked up the fourteen flights of stairs to our floor when we got home, just in case Sparkyâs mom was hiding in the elevator, ready to pounce.
âListen,â Al said, breathing hard along about the tenth floor, âwe better make up our minds about this darn party before I have a heart attack. I canât take all this exercise. First I do the rowing machine, then the jump rope, then the stationary bicycle. Now this. Iâm basically a very weak person. I canât take life in the fast lane. So Iâm out of shape. I guess Iâm gonna stay that way.â
âWell, letâs call her and tell her weâll go, then,â I said. âIt might be fun. And if we donât like her nephew, we just split and buzz for the elevator. It isnât as if weâve got a long way to go.â
Al dragged her key up out of her sweatshirt and unlocked her door. âCome on in,â she said. âIâve got something I want to show you.â
âWhat?â I said.
Al was about to say more when her mother showed up, dangling one of Alâs nerdy new shoes from the extreme tip of one finger. She was painfully distressed.
âAlexandra, what on earth happened?â Alâs mother said. âHow are you, dear?â she asked me. I used to be scared of her when Al first moved in down the hall, but now I like her.
âI smelled this perfectly foul odor,â Alâs mother continued, averting her eyes from the offending shoe, âand I traced it to your closet. Well, of course I immediately sprayed the whole place with Rume Fresh, but it still smells. What happened?â
Al gave her mother a shot of her bilious eyes.
âSparky bombed me,â she said.
âWho is Sparky? One of your friends?â
âMom, Sparky is a dog,â Al said. âHe cornered me in the elevator and let fly on account of he took a dislike to me and my new shoes. And I hate âem too. I wish you wouldnât buy me shoes, Mom. Let me buy my own, O.K.? Shoes are an expression of a personâs personality and these donât express my personality, they express yours. I am an individual and these shoes offend me.â
Then Al ran out of steam. She was like a balloon when the air goes out of it. She collapsed into the nearest chair.
âWhy, Alexandra,â her mother said, âI had no idea you felt that way. I