âOh dear, sweetie, I did ask at the beginning of the class if anyone was pregnant. I would have put you up front near the fan. You shouldnât have been so shy.â
Aliceâs head thumped. Nothing anybody said was making sense.
âPregnant,â said Jane. âAt this time. What a disaster.â
âIt is not!â Alice put a protective hand to her stomach, so the Sultana wouldnât hear and be offended. Their financial situation was none of Janeâs business. People were meant to be delighted when you announced a pregnancy.
âI mean, what are you going to do ?â asked Jane.
For heavenâs sake! âDo? What do you mean, what am I going to do? Iâm going to have a baby.â She sniffed. âYou smell of lavender. I knew I could smell lavender.â Her sense of smell had been extra strong because of the pregnancy.
âItâs my deodorant.â Jane really didnât look like herself. Her eyes didnât look right. It was quite noticeable. Maybe she needed to start using some sort of eye cream.
âAre you all right, Jane?â
Jane snorted. âIâm fine. Worry about yourself, woman. Youâre the pregnant one knocking yourself out.â
The baby! Sheâd been selfishly thinking about her sore head when she should have been worrying about the poor little Sultana. What sort of a mother was she going to be?
She said, âI hope I didnât hurt the baby when I fell.â
âOh, babies are pretty tough, I wouldnât worry about that.â
It was another womanâs voice. For the first time Alice looked up and realized a crowd of red-faced, middle-aged women in sports gear surrounded her. Some of them were leaning forward, staring at her with avid road-accident interest, while others had their hands on their hips and were chatting to one another as if they were at a party. They seemed to be in a small, fluorescentlit room. She could hear tinny music somewhere in the distance, clanking metal sounds, and a sudden burst of loud masculine laughter. As she lifted her head, she saw that the room was filled with stationary bikes, all crammed together and facing the same direction.
âAlthough, you shouldnât really be doing exercise that gets your heart rate up too high if youâre pregnant,â said another woman.
âBut I donât do any exercise,â said Alice. âI should do more exercise.â
âYou, my girl, couldnât do any more exercise if you tried,â said Jane.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â She looked around at the strange faces surrounding her. This was all so . . . silly. âI donât know where I am.â
âSheâs probably got a concussion,â said somebody excitedly. âConcussed people are dazed and disoriented.â
Spin Crazy Girl looked frightened and stroked Aliceâs arm. âOh dear, sweetie, YOU MIGHT BE JUST A LITTLE BIT CONCUSSED,â she yelled.
âYes, but I donât think that makes her deaf,â said Jane tersely. She lowered her voice and bent her head toward Alice. âEverything is fine. Youâre at the gym, you were doing your Friday spin class, the one youâve been wanting to drag me along to for ages, remember? Canât quite see the attraction, actually. Anyway, you must have got dizzy, or fainted or something, because one minute you were riding like a madwoman and next thing you were crashing to the floor. Youâre going to be fine. More importantly, why didnât you tell me you were pregnant?â
âWhatâs a Friday spin class?â asked Alice.
âOh, this is bad ,â said Jane excitedly.
âThe ambulance is here!â someone said.
Spin Crazy Girl became goofy with relief. She bounded to her feet and shooed at the ladies like an energetic housewife with a broom. âRight, gang, letâs give them some space, shall we?â
Jane stayed