Meta stood and removed her clothing down to her chemise. “And Mr. Harmon was there. I had the good fortune of meeting his wife.”
“Ah, Ingrid. A delightful woman. Each Christmas, Edgar brings us baskets of fruits, nuts, cheeses and the finest of brandies. It’s really Ingrid who buys the gifts.”
Meta blinked, her eyes rolling to the left. No doubt, Meta’s curiosity rested on why a married woman would support her husband’s attendance at a bordello. Meta didn’t need to know the reason.
“You seem to know a lot about San Antonio’s denizens, Miss Fannie.”
She had no idea. The secrets I knew about San Antonio’s citizens would fill more than a dozen barrels in Otto Koehler’s brewery.
I left Meta and returned to my room. Unless a straggler walked in, no more appointments were scheduled for the night. I had the inclination many of my regulars attended the meeting to please their wives.
I thought of Sadie, her nightmare, her disobedience. I pushed the thought aside and picked up the February 14th edition of Life magazine and stared at the cover—a red heart shot through with Cupid’s arrow.
The loud slam of the front door jostled me awake.
I crept out of my bedroom and found Sadie stumbling and swaying toward the staircase. “Where the hell have you been?”
Sadie collapsed on the first step, laid her head on the third and motioned me away. She lifted her head and vomited.
I left her there to stew in the mess she Created.
Excerpt from The Last Bordello
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