Chapter Thirty-Four
Matilda
Such a nice woman for whom to work. Dinner at Mrs. Dalton’s apartment! It is Saturday evening and she has thoughtfully suggested an early meal, leaving me much time to hook up with friends and gallivant about Greenwich Village afterwards.
The doorman looks at me with questioning puppy dog eyes. His hand quivers as he picks up the house phone to announce my arrival. I will have to inquire about him. He is in fear.
The elevator whisks me to the thirty-first floor. I am anticipating a wonderful view of the East River and Queens.
I knock and the door opens. I am shocked to be greeted by a rather effeminately dressed maid. She mumbles a salutation, which I do not comprehend. I am staring in awe not only at her brief attire but a very familiar face. It is meticul
