missed the toughening events: the muggings of the seventies; the eightiesâ frenzy for real estate while homeless people lined the walls in Grand Central Station; Mayor Koch, much of Mayor Giuliani. But sheâd been in New York for September 11, 2001. From the windows of her apartment, in the cold months she could see a scrap of the Manhattan skyline, which she now didnât like looking at because the World Trade Centerâwhich sheâd never liked looking atâwas gone.
Con was no expert on sexual harassment in the workplace, whether such experts existed or not. At present she was a lawyer for a project that fought job discrimination against women. Just now, like almost everyone else in the office, Con spent her time on a big case against an insurance company. If the companyâs employees were beaten up at home, they didnât get time off to go to court, and seemed less likely to be promoted. Victims of domestic violence often became victims of sexual harassment in the workplace as well, and Con was studying that issue too. Both Joanna and Marlene had long taken an interest in Conâs work, but both seemed disappointed that she wasnât more straightforwardly aggressive. âWhat did you do yesterday ?â Marlene might ask. On a typical day, Con spent time in the law library and attended two meetings. Marlene wanted her to swoop down on discriminatory offices, or at least on courthouses, but Constance was not a litigator. She was trying to find the perfect client.
She sometimes wondered what her life would have been like if she and Jerry had lived in Brooklyn all along, if the store had always been on Flatbush Avenue, or if some member of the Elias family had moved it there. Would she still be married toJerry? Would the store be gone nowâlike the actual storeâor would it be stalwartly selling lamps to schoolteachers from the Midwest, upwardly mobile Caribbean families, and stubborn Chasidim?
On her way home, the cell phone rang again. âForget I said he raped me.â
âAll right, Jo.â
âNow, can I get out of this? I mean, given the terms of my internship. Do I have to come back?â
Con said, âIf itâs sexual harassment, thereâs lots you can do, starting with reporting him to the people who gave you the money.â
âTheyâd laugh. It happens every year. Each intern thinks sheâs different.â
âWell, stillââ
âLook, thatâs not what I want. Forget what I said about rape. I just donât want to go back to New York.â
âBecause of Tim?â Tim was a photographer who earned his living taking portrait photographs of children. Heâd be out at the momentâSunday was his busiest day.
âNo, not because of Tim. Thatâs a long story, too.â
âWhen you say each one thinks sheâs different,â Con saidâshe had reached her building and was feeling for the right keyââdo you mean each one thinks heâll leave her alone?â
âOr that heâll mean something by it. Or both. Youâve been a woman. Or maybe you havenât.â
âWatch it, Jo.â
âSorry, Iâm edgy. Youâre not going to help me think this through, I can tell.â
Con was getting into the elevator. âBut what do you want ?â she said. The phone died. Often Joanna went too far. Once, sheâd destroyed a wooden sculpture sheâd made, just before a critique in art school. âI thought I was improving it,â she had said to Con. âWhen I started with the knife, I thought I was improving it.â
Con didnât want Joanna home right nowâbut even more, she didnât want her to resign the internship, whatever had happened. If Joanna did come home, however, sheâd have to be polite to Marlene. For a start, sheâd need to vacuum around her sculptures, which tended to shed. If Joanna didnât come, Con would have