Chapter 7Joe watched Anne as she came out of the shower the next morning. She was wrapped in a pale blue towel and her wet black hair against her face looked provocative. Even from his position in bed, her skin looked soft, dewy from the shower’s steam. She was always the most beautiful, Joe thought, when she thought no one was noticing.
Joe watched his wife out of slit eyes. He didn’t want her to know he was awake, waiting for her to leave. Anne had been chosen by Takimi, a Japanese designer of huge formless shirts and dresses, all in blacks and grays, made of jersey and leather. Joe thought the clothes unattractive, but Anne, with her dark hair and pale skin, brought an elegance to them. The stark black-and-white test shots Anne had brought home approached art. Joe was proud of Anne. He
