They were all bitches in that office, even herself, though she knew that she was more of a silly bitch than a real bitch. Except Mrs Matchem.
It did not take long to find out what all the other girls were, and even less time for them to find out that she was not only new, but fresh from college, and from which college. They were beastly to her, just awful. But why not? They were beastly to each other – that was normal. But they did warn her about Mrs Matchem.
Stay away from Mrs Matchem!
She does things that your mother never told you about.
Don't ever let her invite you to her apartment. Just don't! Don't go there!
Mrs Matchem was not a bitch. She was straightforward, kind, truthful and crazy. She was older than the other girls, much older. Mrs Matchem was kind and helpful to her. She noticed that Mrs Matchem was kind and helpful to all the girls – nothing went right unless Mrs Matchem was involved.
The other girls did not say that Mrs Matchem was kind and helpful, but she was.
The other girls did not say that Mrs Matchem was crazy, but she was.
The other girls did not say that Mrs Matchem was a bitch, but that she was somehow a bit funny, that she did things that were not nice.
She liked Mrs Matchem. It was good to talk to her. Mrs Matchem was a bit different. She was curious about Mrs Matchem, very curious. But she couldn't ask Mrs Matchem if she was strange or worse. Or could she?
One day Mrs Matchem invited her. She accepted the invitation to visit Mrs Matchem that evening in her apartment without thinking about it.
She just said, Yes! Oh, yes please!
Later that evening as she was sitting on the sofa in the apartment Mrs Matchem told her what she was going to do to her that evening. Her mother had certainly not told her about such things – probably her mother did not know about them either.
Oh! She thought to herself, I shouldn't have come here. The other girls were right. What shall I do?
Mrs Matchem told her again in greater detail.
She shouldn't have gone to the apartment. But what could she do? She sighed. She leant back.
Mrs Matchem was kind and helpful and also very gentle.
The whoosh started somewhere. She was filled with the whoosh. She was probably screaming. Mrs Matchem was filled with the whoosh. Mrs Matchem was probably screaming too. The whoosh was good. The whoosh was wonderful.
It was getting late, it was dark outside. Mrs Matchem clicked out the light and wrapped her arm around her.
She woke up. Mrs Matchem still had her arm wrapped around her. What had Mrs Matchem done to her? She shouldn't have gone to the apartment. But what Mrs Matchem had done to her was good. Maybe not right but certainly good.
Mrs Matchem made a nice breakfast for her.
I would like to visit you again this coming evening. Could I?
Mrs Matchem smiled, leaned forward and kissed her on the tip of her nose.