Characters in this post
View character profile for: Tzeitel Nussbaum
View character profile for: Dolly Moss
View character profile for: Cody Nussbaum
At The Gym Pt. 2
“We should get rid of the sauna.” Tzeitel said. “If someone manages to make it too hot somebody could get hurt.”
The worker gazed at Tzeitel. “We do that and we’ll lose a lot of people that come here. It’s the only reason the gym got more money and hasn’t shut down yet.”
“What do you think will happen to the gym after someone dies in the overheated sauna?” Tzeitel asked. “The gym will be sued to the ground.” Tzeitel herself had never been in a sauna and did not understand the appeal.
“Then find out who is trying to tamper with the head.” The worker retorted and sighed. “I’m going to check the security feed…”
“Every time I’ve tried that all I could see was a black box on the screen, like one of those damned censor bars. I think they have tampered with the security cameras too.” Tzeitel said.
The worker grumbled irritably. “Yeah, I noticed that…”
That was when Cody finally walked up behind Tzeitel and tapped her shoulder gently. “Maybe we should have someone that focuses on working here to see who it is?” He suggested.
Tzeitel sighed. “That damned sauna is more trouble than it’s worth.”
“Well, why don’t you get ready for work and not worry about it at the moment?” Cody offered with his usual kind smile.
“I just hope I don’t find someone dead in there.” Tzeitel muttered. “What a stupid idea, make a room hot and steamy and sit in it.”
Cody shrugged. “I’ll keep an eye on it, but I need to head to the school. I work as the nurse today, after all.” He gave Tzeitel a side hug. “Don’t work out too much, okay?”
Tzeitel hugged Cody back. She was so proud of her son. “I’ll be okay.”
“If I have to come back and take care of some injury you got, I will give you an earful.” He teased in reply and poked her nose playfully before heading out.
“I have a client coming in soon. I'll behave.” Tzeitel straightened Cody’s shirt collar before he could leave then sat on a bench. As she waited for her client she scratched her arm with the handle of her switchblade. She did not know why her arms itched sometimes. There were never any rashes.