“About to be tossed. Damn shame too. I loved seeing her coming, but not as much as I liked seeing her go.”
“Why?”
“I’ve always preferred a nice ass.”
Norma rolled her eyes.
“No, why’s she going to be canned?”
“That’s the best part. You’ll never guess.”
“Just tell me.”
Henry leaned back in the booth. “Ho-mo-sexual.”
“What?” Norma let out, unable to contain herself. The men didn’t notice, but Norma and Kathy sank down in the booth a few more inches.
“What?” Teddy asked.
“Well, Ted, it means she prefers the company of other women.”
“I mean, when did this happen? I thought you two had a thing or something?”
Henry sipped his drink. “Maybe some guy dumped her and she never looked back.”
“Jesus Christ.” Teddy lowered his voice. “I mean, how did you find out?”
“You know better than to ask for my sources.”
“She’s Irina’s best friend,” Teddy said. “I mean, they haven’t been spending as much time together, but—”
“Maybe that’s it. Maybe Irina found out Sally’s little secret too.”
“She never mentioned anything to me.”
“All relationships are built on small omissions.”
Shirley ended “If I Shall Lose You” and addressed the crowd. “Y’all stay put now. Order another drink to warm your soul, and I’ll be back in a hot minute.” She rose from the piano and sat down next to the man wearing the black Stetson. He kissed her and she pushed him away but held on to his wrist, turning it over to kiss its underside.
“Definitely a lover,” Teddy said.
* * *
In late August there was a massive thunderstorm and half the District went dark. The morning commute was a mess, and the buses and streetcars ran late or not at all. Irina usually took the bus to work, but on that day, Teddy must’ve picked her up, because when we were getting our morning coffee in the break room, we noticed them still sitting in his blue and white Dodge Lancer. We tried not to watch, but that proved difficult, as the break room window overlooked the east parking lot.
It was already nine thirty, but the couple was showing no signs of hustling in. Instead, they sat, and we pressed our faces against the window until the glass fogged. By nine forty-five, we cracked the window, hoping we could hear something, but had to close it again when a gust of rain blew into our faces.
We could see Teddy slumped over the steering wheel as if he’d been shot, and Irina looking out the passenger window. Around ten, Irina got out and rushed into the office, her heels skidding on the slick sidewalk.
A few minutes later, Teddy drove off, fishtailing onto E Street, and we went back to our desks.
Irina came in, took off her raincoat, and took her seat. She rubbed her pink eyes and complained about the storm.
“You okay?” Kathy asked.
“Of course,” Irina said.
“You look a little upset,” Gail said.
Irina licked her fingertip and started flipping through her notes from the previous day. “I’m just a little frazzled this morning. The weather and all.”
“Don’t worry,” Gail said. “We told Anderson you were in the ladies’.”
“Anderson was looking for me? Did he say what he wanted?”
“No.”
“Good.” She opened her purse and took out the small metal cigarette case with her initials engraved on it that Sally had given her for her birthday. She brought a cigarette to her lips and lit it, her hands still red and shaky. We’d never seen Irina smoke, but that wasn’t what we noticed first; what we noticed first was that her engagement ring was gone. “Well, I mean, I hate to be late,” Irina continued. “Thanks for covering for me.”
We wanted to ask about Teddy and the car. We wanted to ask about the missing ring. We wanted to ask if she’d heard the rumor going around about Sally. But we didn’t. We figured we’d give her some time and ask for details the next day.
But the next morning, Irina was called into Anderson’s office.
We knew that Irina was called into his office. We knew that when she came out she rushed into the ladies’ and stayed a good long while. And we knew that after she left the restroom, she went home early, complaining of a stomachache.
Helen O’Brien, Anderson’s secretary, filled us in on the rest.
“He told her the Agency needs to maintain the highest reputation, and she replied Yes, of course.