Why couldn’t wives see the similarities between themselves and a whore?
“He’s a client,” Sofie continued. “But watch, when he sees me, he’ll turn away. So will his wife.”
The man looked away, just as she thought.
“You can’t speak to him?”
Innocent Meta. “Never.” “Speaking to them in public would only break Miss Fannie’s Code of Silence. It goes with the territory. Besides, if we broke Fannie’s trust? We’d be out on the street nothing flat. Folks have tried to buy her black book of customer names but nothing doing. When the Wild Bunch stayed with us, she wouldn’t even give them up to the great Mr. Pinkerton.”
“I’m sorry, what does she call it again? A code of…”
“Silence. A code of silence.” Curious how Meta seemed more fascinated by Miss Fannie’s code than with the Wild Bunch. The bank robbers were the guests of honor at the going-away party Miss Fannie gave them two years after she arrived. The wrongdoers, pleasant and entertaining, the lavish event stood out in her memory with fondness. Perhaps she had a penchant for those who could smile at their criminal endeavors when they never get caught.
Excerpt from Naked, She Lies by C. Dennis-Willingham
Daily word prompt: Penchant