A Woman’s Work…By Renee Miller The dim hallway, smelling faintly of pot smoke and fish, stretched before her.Diana remained rooted at the top of the dingy stairs. She wanted to do it, had sought himout, followed him here, and spent weeks planning this moment. But now, before thereality and knowing that at the end of the hall apartment 4E held her beginning—or her end—paralyzed her.“Deep breath, Diana. He’s just a man.” Just a man. A man who couldn’t hurt her anymore. She was a big girl, strong, independent and intelligent. He had no power left.Diana stepped forward, her legs trembling in anticipation and just a little fear.What would he say? Would he be happy to see her? Would he think she’d come to beghis forgiveness? Probably. Jack had always been arrogant. Jack was
did whatever he wanted.A baby’s cries in 4A brought Diana’s mind back to the present. Next door, in 4C,a man yelled and dishes crashed. She cringed but continued to place one foot in front of the other, moving toward the last door. In 4D, scratches echoed from behind the door, ananimal or something tried to get out. She didn’t want to think about it; she’d scratched,clawed and hammered at a door that wouldn’t open. People like her, trod the hallways,listening but ignoring her desperate pleas for help. Maybe when she finished in 4E she’dknock on 4C and ask the woman inside if she was okay. The woman would lie, as Dianahad so many times, and say everything was fine. She wouldn’t believe it.