Annie dresses like the small business owner she is in a cream linen suit with a lace handkerchief tucked between her breasts. Bending down to slip on her black pumps she asks:
"Do you mind if I go down with you?"
The agency hadn't managed to get a phone into the new apartment.
"Of course not."
As I walk down the street, she heads off to a phonebooth to get her next appointment.
I called up the agency a year or so later; the cheerful old bawd with the gravel voice answers.
"She's retired."
"Is she happy?"
"Very happy."
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