WEIRD PASSION*

Annabella scrubbed her body in the bathtub rather violently. The water had begun to get cold, and she felt like she needed to add a little bit of force to her scrubbing, as though it would also help to wash off his touch from her memory.

She had gone in search of a job earlier today, and after what seemed like a futile journey round the city of Atlanta, she finally stumbled on a notice, calling for applicants to submit their CV and cover letters, for a customer relations job.

She had quickly taken the next subway downtown, to the address which was specified, and a few minutes...