Friday October 13th, 2000
"I think Jan might be seeing Skeeter," Tiffany said gripping the telephone tightly as she gazed out of her apartment window overlooking Washington Square Park.
"You think she see your husband?" Amir said in his broken English totally in disbelief of the words from his lover.
"Yes. I can't prove it Amir. But she got a phone call at Clark's office right before I was fired and I could have sworn she was talking to Skeeter on the phone," Tiffany said.
"This you can not know," Amir said refusing to believe his wealthy assistant would have anything to do with Tiffany's husband.
"I walked by his apartment several times on Bleecker Street and I thought I saw her in the window. I even thought I saw her getting into a cab outside his apartment one other time", Tiffany whined.
"No. No. She never do these things, this I tell you," Amir said smiling as he realized that his lover was probably very upset over losing her job.
"Who are you going to believe Amir?"
"You upset. Jan think highly of you. She never want another woman's husband, especially this Skeeter."
Tiffany realized that she usually thought the way Amir pronounced Skeeter with his heavy accent was cute. Today it didn't seem cute or funny at all.
"Forget it then. I never should have told you," she said starting to cry.
"You disturbed over job. I speak to Clark. This only…how you say… misunderstanding", he said.
"No. Don't call him Amir. I'll have to find another job. The only way that I can work for Clark again is if Jan is out of the picture."
"Then I find you other job if you want," he said.
"Maybe store in spa when it open."
"But the spa might not open for weeks. I have to make money to pay the rent," she said.
"I pay rent."
"I told you when I took this apartment it was too much rent Amir. I can't allow you to pay this much for me to live in this huge apartment all alone," she said.
"We talk this over when I come home."
"I phone you when I know. Worry no more, promise? I go now driver waits for me," he said hanging up the phone.
Tiffany hung up the phone and walked over to the window. She stared down at the early morning dog walkers in Washington Square Park. She turned and walked over to the chair and grabbed her coat. She would go downstairs and get a newspaper. She felt better after talking to Amir but there was no need to waste time. She threw on her coat over her pajamas and walked out of her front door.
The elevator opened and she stepped out into the empty lobby downstairs. As she walked towards the front entrance the doorman quickly stepped in front of her opening the door.
"Good morning Miss Diamond," he said as he opened the heavy doors into the crisp October air.
"Morning", she said keeping her head down hoping he wouldn't notice that her eyes were swollen from crying. She pulled her coat together at the bottom to hide the pajamas as she walked quickly to the corner. She took coins from her pocket and slid them into the newspaper dispenser. She picked up the metal lever and took a copy of a newspaper. She slid coins into another machine and took another newspaper. Needing an affordable apartment and a job would require as many listings as possible, she thought. She walked back to the entrance to the building and glanced up to see the doorman holding open the door for her.
"Next time I can get the papers and bring them up to you, if you would like," he said smiling.
"Thanks," she said briefly glancing up before hitting the button for the elevator. The door to the elevator opened and she stepped inside. She took a deep breath resolving that she would stop crying and start handling her life. She glanced down at the headlines on the newspaper.
"Amir Hada rushes to his island home to comfort his ailing wife."
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