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Authors: Eleanor Prescott
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Holly’s perfectly recalled, minutely detailed account of the previous evening’s chat.
Bliss!
Sue was about to devour this week’s email when the doorbell rang. She jumped. It couldn’t be Woody; he’d be busy on his round. And she’d already seen the postman stride past the end of her drive. She didn’t get spur-of-the-moment callers, unless they were well-meaning old ladies from the church, offering her the path to salvation – but even they didn’t come round very often. They didn’t want her soul
that
badly.
The bell rang again.
She scraped her chair back and scuttled to the door. Neonbright colours moved behind its mottled glass.
‘Jesus, Sue – I’m freezing my norks off out here!’
Sue opened the door.
Standing on her doorstep – her breath steaming into clouds in the cold, January air – was a woman dressed for the beach. Or was it the Alps? Whichever, Sue was gripped with admiration. She’d never dressed like that – not even when she was Suzi. The woman didn’t have a coat, but was wearing a pink sparkly T-shirt and a tiny miniskirt the colour of summer seas. Her legs were brown and bare. Her only concessions to the elements were a pair of enormous fluffy boots, a matching fluffy gillet, a Day-Glo muff and a woolly hat with dangly bobbles. The whole thing was topped off with two peroxide plaits, a slash of lipgloss and a pair of mirror shades.
Roxy
.
‘Sorry. I, uh … I’m on my way out. To the shops. To buy some … socks.’ Instinctively she gripped the door.
To her surprise, Roxy looked disappointed. Sue felt a stabof shame at her lie. But she wasn’t used to visitors and, besides, how had Roxy known where she lived?
‘No probs.’ Roxy grinned. ‘Can’t stand between a woman and her retail therapy. So, anyway, I thought you might like this.’
Something shot out from the depths of Roxy’s Day-Glo muff. Sue peered at it uncertainly.
‘It won’t bite!’ Roxy laughed. ‘It’s a DVD, a fitness DVD.
My
fitness DVD, actually.’ She shook the box. And sure enough, there on the cover, was a Lycra-clad Roxy. But this Roxy looked different to the Roxy on her doorstep; she was younger, curvier, less blonde. A pale-blue gem glinted in her tummy button.
‘Oh …’ Sue exclaimed, not quite knowing what to say.
‘You’ve probably sussed I’m a no-bullshit kind of girl, so, straight up – if this DVD was bollocks, I’d say so. But it’s not. I got shed loads of letters from women saying they’d lost whole dress sizes doing it. Now, I know what you’re thinking …’
Sue looked at her, bewildered. She barely knew what she was thinking herself! She could see her frightened reflection in Roxy’s mirrored sunglasses. She tried to relax her grip on the front door.
‘… you didn’t have me down as a fitness fanatic. And you’re right, I’m not. Don’t get me wrong – I love all the kit. In the run-up to Christmas you’d have to chisel me out of my gym clobber – not that I actually go to the gym – it’s just to give the paps the chance to get me for all the ‘Celebs’ New Year Shape Up’ articles for January. But you probably don’t read those kinds of magazines …’
‘Oh, but I
love
those kinds of magazines!’ Sue gushed. She tried to remember if she’d ever seen Roxy in them. She’d have to check her back issues.
‘Honestly, though–’ Roxy stepped a little closer – ‘I don’t know my arse from my elbow about aerobics, but every Tom, Dick and Harry was putting out a fitness DVD back then, and a production company made me an offer. Never look a gift horse in the mouth – that’s what I say! Anyway, don’t let the fact that it’s
my
DVD put you off. There’s a real instructor doing the workout with me and she really knows her onions.’
There was a pause. Sue took the DVD. For a moment she thought Roxy was going to offer to sign it.
‘So, great meeting last night.’ Roxy suddenly changed the subject. ‘Woody’s very,
Bliss!
Sue was about to devour this week’s email when the doorbell rang. She jumped. It couldn’t be Woody; he’d be busy on his round. And she’d already seen the postman stride past the end of her drive. She didn’t get spur-of-the-moment callers, unless they were well-meaning old ladies from the church, offering her the path to salvation – but even they didn’t come round very often. They didn’t want her soul
that
badly.
The bell rang again.
She scraped her chair back and scuttled to the door. Neonbright colours moved behind its mottled glass.
‘Jesus, Sue – I’m freezing my norks off out here!’
Sue opened the door.
Standing on her doorstep – her breath steaming into clouds in the cold, January air – was a woman dressed for the beach. Or was it the Alps? Whichever, Sue was gripped with admiration. She’d never dressed like that – not even when she was Suzi. The woman didn’t have a coat, but was wearing a pink sparkly T-shirt and a tiny miniskirt the colour of summer seas. Her legs were brown and bare. Her only concessions to the elements were a pair of enormous fluffy boots, a matching fluffy gillet, a Day-Glo muff and a woolly hat with dangly bobbles. The whole thing was topped off with two peroxide plaits, a slash of lipgloss and a pair of mirror shades.
Roxy
.
‘Sorry. I, uh … I’m on my way out. To the shops. To buy some … socks.’ Instinctively she gripped the door.
To her surprise, Roxy looked disappointed. Sue felt a stabof shame at her lie. But she wasn’t used to visitors and, besides, how had Roxy known where she lived?
‘No probs.’ Roxy grinned. ‘Can’t stand between a woman and her retail therapy. So, anyway, I thought you might like this.’
Something shot out from the depths of Roxy’s Day-Glo muff. Sue peered at it uncertainly.
‘It won’t bite!’ Roxy laughed. ‘It’s a DVD, a fitness DVD.
My
fitness DVD, actually.’ She shook the box. And sure enough, there on the cover, was a Lycra-clad Roxy. But this Roxy looked different to the Roxy on her doorstep; she was younger, curvier, less blonde. A pale-blue gem glinted in her tummy button.
‘Oh …’ Sue exclaimed, not quite knowing what to say.
‘You’ve probably sussed I’m a no-bullshit kind of girl, so, straight up – if this DVD was bollocks, I’d say so. But it’s not. I got shed loads of letters from women saying they’d lost whole dress sizes doing it. Now, I know what you’re thinking …’
Sue looked at her, bewildered. She barely knew what she was thinking herself! She could see her frightened reflection in Roxy’s mirrored sunglasses. She tried to relax her grip on the front door.
‘… you didn’t have me down as a fitness fanatic. And you’re right, I’m not. Don’t get me wrong – I love all the kit. In the run-up to Christmas you’d have to chisel me out of my gym clobber – not that I actually go to the gym – it’s just to give the paps the chance to get me for all the ‘Celebs’ New Year Shape Up’ articles for January. But you probably don’t read those kinds of magazines …’
‘Oh, but I
love
those kinds of magazines!’ Sue gushed. She tried to remember if she’d ever seen Roxy in them. She’d have to check her back issues.
‘Honestly, though–’ Roxy stepped a little closer – ‘I don’t know my arse from my elbow about aerobics, but every Tom, Dick and Harry was putting out a fitness DVD back then, and a production company made me an offer. Never look a gift horse in the mouth – that’s what I say! Anyway, don’t let the fact that it’s
my
DVD put you off. There’s a real instructor doing the workout with me and she really knows her onions.’
There was a pause. Sue took the DVD. For a moment she thought Roxy was going to offer to sign it.
‘So, great meeting last night.’ Roxy suddenly changed the subject. ‘Woody’s very,
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