Considering the eclecticism of her penthouse’s decor, he’d expected the space to be packed with machines. Instead, all it contained were a stationary bike, rowing machine, ceiling-anchored punching bag, and a set of candy-colored kettle bells. Polished wood lined the floor near him, and a giant beige exercise mat covered the room’s other half. Glass windows formed one wall, and mirrors covered the rest. Discreet speakers, positioned at all corners, played what sounded like a Celtic twist on Carol of the Bells. His wife had turned quiet halfway through brunch. Once they’d reached home, she’d proclaimed a headache and disappeared into her room. Not yet fully recovered from jet lag, he’d taken a nap. Ten hours later, he’d woken once again with hunger pangs. This time, no cookies waited in the oven, though he had found a plastic-wrapped sandwich on the kitchen counter. All he’d been able to dig up from the fridge were fancy glass bottles proclaiming to be “scientifically categorized as the deepest, highest quality naturally-carbonated artisan water,”
What do You think about A Christmas Together (2014)?
