Anna applied to secretarial college. She imagined wearing neat, tailored suits like Joan Crawford, and high-heeled shoes, which would clack as efficiently as her typewriter. She already had the glasses. She had decided on a red covered steno pad for taking shorthand notes, and a fountain pen with black ink. Black ink, she thought, would look more efficient than blue. She imagined herself perched on a little stool, taking notes as quickly as her faceless boss could dictate them, the epitome of efficiency. He’d wonder how he managed before Anna appeared in the office, an angel of competence.