Cristina went into the weights room. It wasn't crowded
in there. You could always find a quiet place around five
o'clock. Cristina chose her weight and lay on her back. She
didn't look behind her but she knew that there was
somebody else there. She closed her eyes and thought about
her favourite painting, the one in her office. This usually
helped her to lift the weight. She thought about that field
of red flowers, but once again the picture in her head of the
painting gave her a strange feeling. The red flowers made
her feel afraid. She decided to think about home.
hours she had to be at Ezeiza Airport and she had to
be ready for every question Philippe Maudet could ask.
She looked around the gym. It was crowded and most of
the machines were busy. There were more new health clubs
in the city of Buenos Aires than new restaurants. Spring
was especially busy as people were beginning to think of
the summer and going to the beach