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moving over to pick it up and bring it back to the bed.
    “I’m a vegetarian,” Constance said. “Or, I was, I guess, until I bit that guy’s cock off this afternoon.”
    “Yeah,” Madge replied. “We all do something like that at the beginning, but the novelty wears off. Besides, if you do it three times they get really pissed and do you in. After the second one you’re given a warning. They usually treat their clientele with as much disdain as they treat us, but they can’t allow themselves to get a reputation for this kind of thing.”
    “I want a steak,” Constance said, “rare, with a baked potato and sour cream, and a crisp fresh salad with oil and lemon, and a good red wine, and afterwards coffee and cheesecake.” She looked around and smiled. “What the hell, right? The condemned woman ate a hearty meal.”
    “That’s the spirit,” Sally said.
    “I’ll have the same,” Madge put in.
    “Me too,” said each of the others.
    Sheila reached over and pushed the buzzer next to the bed.
    Ten seconds later, there was a light knocking on the door. The women looked at one another, surprised.
    “Well, that was fast,” Constance said. “You can’t complain about the service.” And in a louder voice she called out, “Come in.”
    Robert was standing at the door. Behind him were two men. They had black hoods over their faces.
    “Oh my God,” Madge said in a voice that made Constance’s blood run cold.
    Robert stepped inside. His entire manner was one of apology.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, “but we’ve had a request . . .”
    A short silence spaced the room. Finally, Madge stood up. “Which one?” she asked, and couldn’t conceal the tremor in her voice.
    “Sally,” the man said.
    Sally cried out once, then pushed her fist into her mouth and closed her eyes. The other women closed around her and hugged her. There was no movement for a full minute. Then Sally stood up slowly.
    “I’m ready,” she said.
    She walked to the door, turned, smiled at the other women, and then whispered, barely audibly, “Good-bye.” Then she walked quickly out of the room.
    Robert nodded to the three women, his manner dripping diffidence, and stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
    “The bastards,” Madge muttered.
    A few seconds later there was a second knock. Constance let out a whimper, but Madge walked briskly to the door. When she opened it, a short, slightly stooped man of about fifty stood there. He was dressed in a faded butler’s uniform, a peculiar anachronism.
    “You rang?” he said in a high-pitched voice.
    His words hit the ambience of the room like a mallet striking a gong. It was a very long time before Madge replied, her voice firm.
    “Yes,” she said. “Steak, rare; baked potato with sour cream; a crisp salad with oil and lemon; a good red wine, and afterwards, coffee and cheesecake.”
    “And how many will that be for, madame?” he asked.
    Madge could not control herself any longer. Tears gushed from her eyes and she turned away. Constance stood up and walked slowly to the door.
    “That will be for three,” she said.

Three
    They sat next to a large open window overlooking the sea to have breakfast. Robert was jauntily dressed in cotton slacks, a bodyform T-shirt, tennis shoes, and socks. The entire outfit was a pure white. She had allowed him to escort her to the dining room and order coffee and rolls, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a filet of whitefish which had been caught just an hour earlier. It was an unusual breakfast. But Constance had shown by her attitude and manner that she held Robert in contempt for his part in taking Sally away the night before.
    They were into their second cup of coffee and first cigarette of the day before he spoke.
    “Your feelings are understandable,” he said. “But your behavior unsophisticated. I had imagined that you, more than any of the women we’ve brought in, would grasp the reality at once and make a complete adjustment