Ch 14: Straightening Up

Anne and I quickly learned that being together meant hiding who we were to each other to the outside world.

As soon as I heard her voice on the phone, I knew something was wrong. Afraid that she had been in an accident or something, I didn’t hesitate, “Hon, what’s up?”

The phone line fell silent and then, “They fired me.” Her voice was devoid of expression—no affect, only words.

“What!?” I couldn’t make sense of what she was saying. I must have misheard her.

“They fired me,” she repeated it in the same hollow tone. “The dean called me into her office and said, ‘we’re letting you go.’”