My Coworker Aldona

When my coworker Aldona invited me to her apartment for refreshments (her word) and a movie for the fourth time in two weeks, I reluctantly said yes. Aldona and I work in the women’s locker room at the university’s older gym. We hand out clean towels to naked women, most of them 40+. The students prefer the newer gym where Lady Gaga and Beyoncé roar from the speakers. Aldona and I are thankful that we work in the older gym, but that’s where our commonalities end. She’s twelve years my senior, a grad student in psychology, a smoker, and...

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