فصل 56

Chapter 56

THE GYM at Muskrat Farm is high-tech black and chrome, with the complete Nautilus cycle of machines, tree weights, aerobic equipment and a juice bar.

Barney was nearly through with his workout, cooling down on a bike, when he realized he was not alone in the room. Margot Verger was taking off her warm-ups in the corner. She wore elastic shorts and a tank top over a sports bra and now she added a weight-lifting belt. Barney heard weights clank in the corner. He heard her breathing as she did a warm-up set.

Barney was pedaling the bicycle against no resistance, toweling his head, when she came over to him between sets.

She looked at his arms, looked at hers. They were about the same. “How much can you bench-press?” she said.

“I don’t know.”

“I expect you know, all right.”

“Maybe three eighty-five, like that.”

“Three eighty-five? I don’t think so, big boy. I don’t think you can press three eighty-five.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I got a hundred dollars that says you can’t bench press three eighty-five.”

“Against?”

“Against a hundred dollars, the hell you think? And I’ll spot you.”

Barney looked at her and wrinkled his rubbery forehead. “Okay.”

They loaded on the plates. Margot counted the ones on the end of the bar Barney had loaded as though he might cheat her. He responded by counting with elaborate care the ones on Margot’s end.

Flat on the bench now, Margot standing above him at his head in her spandex shorts. The juncture of her thighs and abdomen was knurled like a baroque frame and her massive torso seemed to reach almost to the ceiling.

Barney settled himself, feeling the bench against his back. Margot’s legs smelled like cool liniment. Her hands were lightly on the bar, nails painted coral, shapely hands to be so strong.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He pushed the weight up toward her face, bent over him.

It wasn’t much trouble for Barney. He set the weight back on its bracket ahead of Margot’s spot. She got the money from her gym bag.

“Thank you,” Barney said.

“I do more squats than you” is all she said.

“I know.”

“How do you know that?”

“I can pee standing up.”

Her massive neck flushed. “So can I.”

“Hundred bucks?” Barney said.

“Make me a smoothie,” she said.

There was a bowl of fruit and nuts on the juice bar. While Barney made fruit smoothies in the blender, Margot took two walnuts in her fist and cracked them.

“Can you do just one nut, with nothing to squeeze it against?”

Barney said. He cracked two eggs on the rim of the blender and dropped them in.

“Can you?” Margot said, and handed him a walnut.

The nut lay in Barney’s open palm. “I don’t know.”

He cleared the space in front of him on the bar and an orange rolled off on Margot’s side. “Oops, sorry,” Barney said.

She picked it up from the floor and put it back in the bowl.

Barney’s big fist clenched. Margot’s eyes went from his fist to his face, then back and forth as his neck corded with strain, his face flushed. He began to tremble, from his fist a faint cracking sound, Margot’s face falling, he moved his trembling fist over the blender and the cracking came louder. An egg yolk and white plopped into the blender. Barney turned the machine on and licked the tips of his fingers. Margot laughed in spite of herself.

Barney poured the smoothies into glasses. From across the room they might have been wrestlers or power lifters in two weight divisions.

“You feel like you haze to do everything guys do?” he said.

“Not some of the dumb stuff.”

“You want to try male bonding?”

Margot’s smile went away. “Don’t set me up for a dick joke, Barney.”

He shook his massive head. “Try me,” he said.