She giggles in stating the obvious and I squirm.
The waiter returns with more drinks. Sandwiches are ordered.
“So the secret patio door was not so secret,” I prompt.
Miss Susan shakes her head.
“Many knew of the door, some were boys who worked for me. But it is no longer used. The building was sold. Antoinette used it for a while before the new owner completely refurbished the place then finally plied her hobby elsewhere.”
Miss Susan extends her hand and places it over mine for emphasis.
“With my promotion I was able to move to better digs... spent a little hard earned cash on a discipline room of my own. You know how much I like to watch...”
Yes, I do. And now I understand the reason for the accolades bestowed on Miss Susan’s otherwise modest administrative capabilities. Miss Antoi
