Chapter Twelve
In The Shower
I would liked to say that I was more cautious after the rape. But I wasn’t. The sleazy secretive world co-existing within the design world in my office intensified its allure. The day following ‘the incident’ Elsa didn’t show up for work. Nor did she show the next. When she didn’t appear for five straight days, I asked Jeannette if there was some reason for her absence.
“Quit,” the secretary said flatly.
“Quit? Why?”
“Or better put, her husband wanted her home,” she droned, disdainfully.
“Husband? I didn’t know she was married.”
“I guess no one did. Secret affair that came to a head about a week ago. The whole thing came out, and…” Jeannette smiled with deviant satisfaction, “she was gone, just like that.”
“But married? I visited her just a few weeks a
