"Now try that big one," I said, pointing to a small brass weight of two grams on the table.
She touched it and it lifted. She cried out in pleasure. "That's my best!"
"You were never that mad when you were lifting, I guess," I said. "Big emotions make big lifts. Fall in love—you'll do better still."
"First decent argument for getting tangled with one of you men I've heard yet," she lied. Wild as her looks were, she'd been a favorite around the Chapter for years.
I patted her on the shoulder and went back to the table where the big weights were being lifted and showed off for a couple minutes. The inevitable hour of shop talk and demonstrations followed as soon as the out-of-towners found out who I was. They don't meet a Thirty-third every day, and face it, I'm a TK bruiser.
After enjoying some slaps on the back, I took my shower, changed back into my clothes and went to find Pheola.
She had just finished her shower and had gotten dressed as far as her slip when she let me in.
"What an awful man!" she greeted me.
"Norty?"