For a moment, Maureen felt like telling Dorothy everything. She needed to tell someone. It was like a terrible secret was gnawing away inside her. She saw that a strand of Dorothy’s bright red hair had settled down on the table. She looked at it guiltily. What did Ms. Borgia want with Dorothy? She hadn’t done anything to her. She didn’t stand in her way. She was just a nice girl with a bit of an attitude. She had been a good friend. They were f*******: friends. Her eyes started to tear up.
Dorothy misinterpreted it. “Oh, don’t worry, Maureen. You’re smart and a great secretary. You’ll get a job.” She put her hand on Maureen’s arm. Its warmth spread right up it. She could feel its heat right through the thin fabric. A shudder went through her and she cursed herself for it. The least touch
