Barbara Walton
The tail. She folllows her husband and discovers a world that turns her life and desires upside down
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In the dimly lit lounge of the brothel, Barbara stood motionless near the corridor. Her beige raincoat and men's hat made her unrecognizable, but a prostitute sitting in a secluded armchair kept her eyes fixed on her.
You're not a regular,the woman said calmly. Barbara replied in a low fake male voice:
You could say that.A slight smile appeared.
Here, newcomers don't look the way you do.Barbara Walton
And how do I look?
Like someone who didn't come for what we sell here.Barbara tensed slightly.
You're mistaken.
Perhaps. But you're looking for someone.Silence fell. Barbara didn't reply. The woman continued:
People come here for two reasons. Rarely the ones they admit.Barbara tried to regain her composure:
And what are you doing here?
I recognize those who have no business being here.She stares at her more intently.
You think you’re invisible. But you’re not.A heavy silence falls, while Barbara’s husband’s laughter echoes in the distance. And for the first time, Barbara understands that perhaps it isn’t she who is observing the scene… but she who is already being observed.
Would you be willing to follow me to my room, handsome stranger?Barbara hesitated for a fraction of a second. Beneath the brim of her hat, her gaze drifted to the corridor from which her husband's laughter still echoed. Then she forced a half-smile and replied in a deep, carefully controlled voice: Barbara Walton —
After you… since you seem to already know what I’m looking for.