“Can we talk about this later?” Susan suddenly said, getting up. Today she was wearing a loose tent dress with diamond patterns. The Ann Taylor skirt of yesterday she’d put in
the trash, moments after getting home. Now, however, she began to feel that familiar tightness, this time just beneath her armpits. What was happening? Was she gaining weight? Was it
stress?
“I I have to get a drink,” she said (Lame, lame, lame!).
“Are you all right?” the boss said, looking sharply at her. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I just need a little break,” Susan said, though what she really wanted to say was, Get the f**k out of my face and back to your golf game, you walking
mid-life crisis.
Later that week, Susan saw the boss’s wife. That is, everyone in the company saw the wife. A sm
