Chapter Nineteen
The road from housewife to street slut is not short nor is it straight, but once taken it leads to ruin. Less than a mile from Robin’s workplace, the navy blue Dodge Caravan sat idling at the intersection of Grand Street and Main. The back seats stowed, the heater turned up high, and extra blankets lay scattered inside the rear door. Robin had exercised. Now she was dressed in fresh lavender sweats with white piping paralleling her legs, and the logo IN TRAINING printed across her chest. Goose pimples roamed where underwear should have been, and over bare skin, her tennis shoes were loose without laces. Her hair banded into a ponytail, she wore bruises from last night activities, could Ernie ever pound her, and to avert infection, her flesh had been swabbed with alcohol.
