Michael Malone - Weebly

imagine falling in love and having an affair with her
employer, as magazine executive assistants often went
to New York to do. Susan Packer was a Cosmo girl,
forced to live a Saturday Evening Post existence, but
refusing to compromise lifestyle to life. She wore
discounted versions of the most current fashions, she
wore stylishly uncomfortable shoes, she awakened a
half-hour earlier to force her hair and her face into
modishness, and she did all this to walk to and from
Three Branch Road in Madder and Abernathy &
Abernathy in Dingley Circle, and to eat calorically
counted lunches at the Tea Shoppe, and to sit behind
her desk escaping to Martinique. There were only three
men in the building where she worked: Winslow
Abernathy, his son Arthur (whom she didn't even like
and who was already engaged anyhow), and Otto
Scaper, who was seventy-four years old and weighed
three hundred pounds. "You women." He grinned.
"Always got your head in a book." At least, Susan
thought, Dr. Scaper seemed to notice her sex, which
was more than anyone else did.
The fat old doctor found Abernathy looking at a