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‘It was as wonderful,’ said Masha. She picked up the glass ball that Frances had put down and held it in the flat palm of her hand as if daring it to roll. It stayed completely still. ‘And it was not.’

She put the ball back down decisively. Suddenly she seemed to remember her superior status. Like when your boss remembers you have to work together the next day.

‘So, Frances, tomorrow we will officially break the silence and you will get to know the other guests.’

‘I’m looking forward –’

‘Enjoy your evening meal because there will be no meals served at all tomorrow. Your first light fast will begin.’

She held out her hand in such a way that Frances found herself automatically rising to her feet.

‘Have you done much fasting before?’ Masha looked up at her. She said ‘fasting’ as if it were an exotic, delightful practice, like belly dancing.

‘Not really,’ admitted Frances. ‘But it’s just a light fast, right?

Masha smiled radiantly. ‘You may find tomorrow a little testing, Frances.’

chapter twenty-four

Carmel

‘You have already lost some weight, I see.’ Masha opened Carmel’s file to begin her counselling session.

‘Have I?’ said Carmel. She felt like she’d won a prize. ‘How much?’

Masha ignored the question. She ran her finger down a sheet of paper in the file.

‘I thought I might have lost some – but I wasn’t sure.’ Carmel heard her unused voice tremble with pleasure. She hadn’t dared to hope. It seemed that Yao deliberately stood in such a way that she couldn’t see that dreaded number on the scales each day.

She put a hand to her stomach. She had suspected it was getting flatter, her clothes looser! She’d been secretly touching her stomach, like when she was pregnant for the first time. This retreat was just like that euphoric time: the feeling that her body was changing in new and miraculous ways.

‘I guess I’ll probably lose even more when we start the fast tomorrow?’ Carmel wanted to demonstrate her enthusiasm a

nd commitment to the retreat. She would do whatever it took.

Masha said nothing. She closed Carmel’s file and balanced her chin on her folded hands.

Carmel said, ‘I hope it’s not just fluid loss. They say that in the first few days of a diet you mostly just lose fluid.’

Masha still said nothing.

‘I know the meals here are all calorie-controlled. I guess the challenge will be maintaining my weight loss when I go home. I’d be really grateful for any nutrition advice you can give me going forward. Maybe a recipe plan?’

‘You do not need a recipe plan,’ said Masha. ‘You are intelligent woman. You know what to do to lose weight, if that’s what you want. You are not especially fat. You are not especially thin. You want to be thinner. That is your choice. I find this not so interesting.’

‘Oh,’ said Carmel. ‘Sorry.’

‘Tell me something about yourself that is not related to your weight,’ said Masha.

‘Well, I have four daughters,’ said Carmel. She smiled at the thought of them. ‘They’re aged ten, eight, seven and five.’

‘I know this already. You are a mother,’ said Masha. ‘Tell me something else.’

‘My husband left me. He has a new girlfriend now. So that’s been –’

Masha waved that away irritably, as if it were of no relevance. ‘Something else.’

‘There is nothing else right now,’ said Carmel. ‘There’s no time for anything else. I’m just a normal busy mum. An overweight, stressed-out, suburban mum.’ As she spoke she scanned Masha’s desk for family photos. She must not have children. If she did, she would know how motherhood swallowed you up whole. ‘I work part-time,’ she tried to explain. ‘I have an elderly mother who is not well. I am always tired. Always, always tired.’


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