“Why were you up at five a.m. anyway?"
"I run in the mornigns," she said without looking up.
"At five a.m.?"
"Yes," she said as she typed, as if that weren't insane.
"Fuck. Every day?"
"Sundays I do yoga."
"Jesus. Why?"
"I can't think clearly otherwise," she said, then looked up and admitted, "and I don't want to get fat.”