I should have listened to them. “Uh-huh. What can I do for you?” I said, and I confess my mind was busily ticking off a list of things I’d like...to do for her. I didn’t even tell her my name. “Igor said you’d look at my story,” she said, flashing the teeth and the blue sweetly. Igor was the managing editor. He was short, squat, and hairy. Nobody called him Igor to his broad, gnarled face. “Sure. What’s it slugged?” “Chamber.” “Like torture chamber, chamber of horrors?” “No, silly, chamber. He was a tall, skinny and somber man, and from official records I knew him to be 46 years old. His wife was 8 years younger, and to the eye she was the typical vicar's wife, a demure, slight woman, always dressed in the same type of outfit: A pleated skirt, often in Scottish clan patterns, a white shirt and a cardigan, brownish stockings and sensible, low heeled pumps. Only at a few special occasions had I seen her with a hint of lipstick, but otherwise her face was always without any make-up. More

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