32. Baited Breath

A very chubby woman of about fifty to fifty-four years of age was sitting on a chair inside the booth. She was wearing a nurse’s uniform that looked to be too small for her. She was also wearing a short, black wig that looked ready to fall off at any time. She was one of the few white nurses Sineas had seen so far. Behind her were shelves stacked with countless files. She slowly chewed a piece of gum, slurping and smacking it like she was willing to do anything necessary to get the last bit of flavour out of it. She was leisurely turning the pages of a magazine on her lap. Coincidentally, it was a fitness magazine.

Sineas leaned his head towards the small window, his fingertips on the small counter. ‘Morning,’ he said.

She ignored him. She turned another page. “Abs that will drive him nuts!”, the title on the left page claimed.

You’re going to need a lifetime of sit-ups to achieve that, you fat bitch! Sineas thought. ‘Good mor
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