The body needs rest, Marcus said. It was strangely relieving to hear. Lulu had imagined that in order to be successful, she'd have to murder herself. But really, three days a week sounded like murder enough. One day I'll be really strong and scary, she thought. Stronger and scarier than Jon. The thought was childish, certainly, but for as kind and sweet and quiet as Jon was, he'd been scaring her quite a bit recently. Mostly just by being alive.
Thinking of him clouded Lulu's expression visibly, but the talk of exercise -- so mundane -- was sort of soothing. She found herself nodding along intently, as if Marcus were a very interesting radio program. With muscles.
"I think I can do this," she said at last, as if coming to a decision.
Marcus may have been prone to embellishment; Lulu certainly was as well, and even if a simple answer might have been more true, she liked listening to people talk. Sort of funny, for someone who enjoyed listening to herself talk so much.
"Really," she commented. "Hawaii! Wish I'd been there. I've been in the states since I was... Nineteen, and never. But I wish I'd been soooo many places, really. I could've traveled more, but I always said I'd have the time later. Trips seemed too dear, anyway. Tickets and all that. But then when I had money, I was stupid with it."
Lulu furrowed her brow. "No? I dunno why. You're interesting, at least."