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Habits are hard to break, but you’re trying and that matters.” He handed the notebook back to Violet. “Well done, Miss Ryan. You ready?”
    “Wait.” Violet took the notepad and pressed it against her face.
    “What’s up?”
    “Uh…”
    Grant knew that tone. She was hiding something. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
    “I didn’t write everything down.”
    He took the notebook back, flipped it open then scooped up her pen. They would amend this now. “What’s missing?”
    “Yesterday afternoon, I got YogurtTown with my friend, Faye. And then last night we got drinks. This new bar on Hillhurst opened and we wanted to check it out.”
    Grant flipped to the day she’d titled Wednesday in her cute feminine handwriting and prepared to add his own practiced script. “How many drinks did you have?”
    “Three. No, four?”
    “Mixed drinks? Beers? Shots?”
    “I had a mojito, this fancy pear thing, and two cranberry vodkas. And a shot of Patron.” He scribbled them down and steeled himself to keep all hints of judgment off his face. This woman could drink. This explained why she looked so tired, but he was surprised she was even upright.
    “I hope you didn’t drive.”
    “No. We had a DD.”
    “Anything else?”
    “No, that’s it.”
    “So five drinks. What did you get from YogurtTown? They measure in ounces right? How many ounces do you think you had?”
    She sighed like she was about to confess to an extramarital affair. “Fourteen, maybe? And I had gummy bears on top.”
    “Okay. That’s it?”
    “Yep. That’s it.”
    Grant closed the notebook and handed it back to Violet. Once she slipped it back into her bag, he took her hand and helped her off the floor.
    “Am I in trouble?” she asked, as she stowed her stuff in a cubby by the entrance.
    “Yup. But not the way you’re thinking. Let’s go.” Grant almost laughed at the look on Violet’s face. She had no idea what he had in store for her. He called for Max and the three of them headed out for another walk. They’d go further this time, another .2 miles, and they’d do it in the fifty minutes they had, but he wasn’t going to tell Violet that until after they returned to the gym. As they walked down the street, by the storefronts that wouldn’t open for another few hours, Grant focused on subtly varying their pace, using Max as an excuse to include a bit of jogging across streets and between a few of the shorter blocks.
    Violet babbled. She was worried about what was coming. He loved this part of the game. The harmless fear and the anticipation. She didn’t know it, but she was getting herself worked up, readying herself for him. All he had to do was walk.
    By the time they’d circled back, Grant thought Violet was going to talk herself into a stroke. She’d told him what he was pretty sure amounted to her whole life story. She was adopted as an infant and became the youngest of three to a family from Connecticut. Her brother was a doctor. Her sister was back in school getting her law degree. She’d had a baby at a young age, but her new husband and her had worked things out so she could chase her dream of upholding the law. Her mom’s name was Wendy. Her dad’s name was Arnold. Growing up, she had a dog named Taffy. She’d picked out the name because she loved Laffy Taffy so much. Faye was her best friend and her co-worker. They did everything together, but Violet didn’t think they should come to Melrose Fitness together. Grant agreed.
    Somewhere in the middle of all that, Violet said she regretted the trip to YogurtTown. She said it wasn’t worth it.
    Grant checked his watch. They’d tacked on an extra minute, but Violet had extended her distance.
    “Three point two miles. How do you feel about that?”
    She seemed to snap out of her ramble mode. She smiled. “Good. I know you snuck in that jogging on purpose, but it wasn’t so bad. We should go further next time.”
    “We can do that. We can add weights