Darcy was on the calf extension machine, which was my next station, so I watched as he did his second set. He had the pin pushed in at the two-hundred-pound mark, and as I waited he adjusted the shoulder pressure. Darcy, who was about six feet tall, had the rippling pectorals and ridged biceps of a workout fanatic. I thought there might be an ounce of subcutaneous fat on his body. He was wearing one of the ripped-up sweatshirts—arms chopped off, neck binding torn out—that were the mark of the committed, and his sweatpants were probably the same ones he'd worn in high school.
"Be through in a minute," he panted, doing a set of twelve. He stepped down and walked around for a minute, relaxing the calf muscles that were taking such a beating. Darcy gathered himself, moved the pin down two more notches to add forty more pounds to his load, and stepped up on the narrow bar, his toes bearing his weight. Down went his heels, then up, for twelve more reps. "Ow!" he said, getting off. "Ow!" Staring at the floor with a scowl, Darcy relaxed the protesting muscles in his legs. "Let me just burn out now," he said, and moved the pin up to a more reasonable weight. He stepped back on the ledge and did twenty-four reps very rapidly, until the grimace of concentration on his face became a rictus of pain.
Altogether this took only minutes, and I was glad of the rest.
"How you doing, Lily?" Darcy asked, walking in place to work off the strain. He grabbed up a beige towel and patted his acne-pitted cheeks with it.
"Fine." I wondered if he'd say anything about Raphael's exit. But Darcy had something else on his mind.
"Hear you found ole Del." His small brown eyes scanned my face.
"Yeah."
"Del was a good guy," Darcy said slowly. It was a kind of elegy. "Del was always smiling. That guy that was here with me a minute ago, that's the guy Howell hired to replace him. He's a big change."
"Local fella?" I asked politely, as I adjusted the shoulder bars down for my five feet, five inches.
"Nope, from Little Rock, I think. He's one tough son of a bitch, ‘scuse my language."
I moved the pin up to eighty pounds. I stepped onto a narrow ledge, came up under the padded shoulder bars to take the weight, and dropped my heels down. I pushed up twenty times, very quick reps.
I stepped down to walk it off and shift the pin to a higher weight.
"You dating anybody now, Lily? I heard you and Marshall weren't such an item anymore."
I looked up in surprise. Darcy was still there. Though Darcy had a wonderful body, it was the only thing about him that I found remotely interesting, and that wasn't enough basis for an evening together. Darcy's conversation bored me, and something about him made me wary. I never ignore feelings like that.
"I don't want to," I said.
He smiled a little, like someone who was sure he'd misunderstood. "Don't want to ... ?" he asked.
"Date anyone."
"Whoa, Lily! A fine woman like you doesn't want a man to take her out?"
"As of now, right." I stepped up, took the hundred pounds on my shoulders, and did another set of twenty. The last five were something of a challenge.
"How come? You like women instead?" Darcy was sneering, as though he felt obliged to look contemptuous when lesbianism was mentioned.
"No. I'm going to finish here now."
Darcy smiled again, even more uncertainly, though I'd been as civil as I was able. He couldn't seem to believe that any woman wouldn't want to date; specifically, date him. But after a moment of waiting for me to take back my dismissal, he stalked over to the Roman chair, his narrow lips pressed together firmly in anger.
As I moved the pin to one hundred twenty pounds, once again I wondered whom Del might have asked to spot for him. Del would have trusted anyone in the room. Even Janet and I were just about strong enough to help him with some of the lower (but still formidable) weights that Del used for his bodybuilding. Janet was nearly as strong as I in the chest and arms, and had an edge on me in the legs since she taught two aerobics classes a day in addition to working at the Kids' Club, which provided community-sponsored after-school care for kids.
After I finished my calf workout, I drifted over to Janet, who was doing abdominal crunches. Sweat had darkened her short brown hair to a black fringe around her square little face.
"One hundred ten," she gasped, as I stood over her. I nodded, and waited.
"One twenty-five," she said after a moment, relaxing in a heap. Her eyes shut.
"Janet," I said, after a respectful moment of silence.
"Umm?"
"Del ever ask you to spot for him?"
Janet's brown eyes flew open. They fixed on my face with some amusement. "Him? He didn't think a woman could carry her own groceries, much less spot for him."
"He'd seen female bodybuilders at those competitions. For that matter, he'd watched us work out many a morning."
Janet made a rude noise. "Yeah, but we're freaks to him," she said, resentment in her voice. "Well, we were," she amended, more neutrally. "He judged all women by that Lindy he went with, and Lindy couldn't cut a ham without an electric knife."
I laughed.
Janet looked up at me with some surprise. "That's good to hear, you laughing. You don't do that too much," she observed.
I shrugged.
"Now that you're over here," she said, sitting up and patting her face with her towel, "I've been wanting to ask you something."
I sat on the closest bench and waited.
"Are you and Marshall a locked-in thing?"
I'd been expecting Janet to ask me to spot her, or to go over the fine points of the latest kata we'd learned in karate class.
Everyone wanted to know about my love life today.
I kind of liked Janet, so answering her would be harder than answering Darcy. Saying no meant Marshall was open game for any woman who wanted a shot at him; I was abdicating all claim to him. Saying yes committed me to Marshall for the foreseeable future.
"No," I said, and went to do my last set.
On her way to the changing room, Janet stopped. "Are you mad at me?" she asked.
I was a little surprised. "No," I said.
But I was really surprised when Janet laughed.
"Oh, Lily," she said, shaking her head from side to side. "You're so weird." She said that as if being "weird" was a cute little personality quirk of mine, like insisting my panties match my shoes or always wearing green on Mondays.
I left Body Time, vaguely dissatisfied with my workout session. I'd had my first personal conversation with Darcy Orchard, and I hoped it would be my last. I had confirmed that Janet Shook lusted after Marshall Sedaka; not exactly stop-the-press news. I had confirmed that Del almost certainly wouldn't have asked a woman to spot for him. And I'd found out that Raphael felt he was getting a cold reception at a business he'd paid to patronize.
As I drove home, I tried to trace the reason for my dissatisfaction. Why did I think I should have gotten more out of the morning than a good workout? After all, it was as little my business what had happened in Body Time the night Del died as it was Janet's business whether or not Marshall and I were committed to each other.