Educating Harry Ch 08
‘Thirty eight,’ gurgled Susan to herself as she tumbled into the turn, then, ‘thirty nine,’ a few seconds later, as she turned for the fortieth and last lap of the pool. Susan stopped at the wall panting for breath, she always liked to go flat out for the last three or four laps of her work out. She stood for a few moments breathing deeply, before suddenly becoming aware of a pair of hands clapping behind her. ‘Maria, my goodness, you scared me to death, where did you spring from?’ Maria...