They brought me to their Green Lake home and forced me to watch a terrifying movie. LISA CZECH
I don’t remember the coworker’s real name, so I’ll call her Gail. She taught in the experimental school where I worked. This was 30 years ago.
The guy who ran the school resembled Louis XIV with long, dark ringlets of hair. He wore black leather pants and preached at staff meetings about the liberating effects of S&M. He was also quite brilliant.
It was an odd place to work. Checks didn’t always clear. I was the assistant to a neurotic teacher who used to have me rearrange tables, chairs, and rugs all day long. It had something to do with the light pouring through the windows, and her focus and mood. My husband, who was a university professor, was a bit irritated at me for working there. Back then, I chose jobs for their narrative appeal.