Committed

Committed

Susan Jenkins walked more quickly than usual to her apartment after picking up her mail at the box at the building entrance.

Along with the usual bills and junk mail was a large manila envelope that was stuffed to about 3/4″ thick and a fairly thick white business sized white envelope, both of which she put on the top of the pile as she hurried to reach the privacy of her own place. Once inside she put the bills in the holder that hung on the kitchen wall next to the phone, the junk mail in the trash and with the two envelopes that had held her undivided attention, she headed to the bedroom.

But not even the magnetic attraction of the envelopes, both with DPF in the upper left hand corner and add`qressed to Sam Jenkins bed could dissuade her from getting out of the prim and proper business suit that she was wearing. The pins that held her shoulder length hair in a tight bun on top of her head were the first to go. As she shook her head to get the hair to fall naturally she picked up a cloth band that would hold the hair back off her face.