She ran into Dr. Veksler later that day and asked him to join her in her office after eight in the evening, when everyone else would be gone. She said she was working late and could use a little company. He obliged.
When he showed up, she asked him if it was true. He told her it was. She broke down, crying, asking him what it all meant. He called her stupid. He said that they’d never been exclusive and she should have known. She yelled that he’d never told her that. He called her stupid again. He said it was over.
She sat at her desk long after he’d gone. After the tears had stopped, she continued looking at the wall in red-eyed anger. Eventually, she got up and walked down to the storage area. She neatly untied a length of rope that was holding a few pallets of food together and went in
