The Little Pink House where Esther hunches over her Underwood, tapping out threats, copy-editing extortion.
And a block away, poor Rodman the Grocer hunkers down to wait out the storm. Maybe he was padding the grocery bill. Or maybe there was something else. Something more lurid. Or something insane, on somebody’s part. The wife is more involved in this than we are led to believe, and Esther’s lucky she didn’t end up with poisoned meat, and the market has had some sort of mock-Mansard roof attachment, and one way or another, this is going to end in tears.
