They rode up in silence. When the doors opened Jack was shocked to find the floor brightly illuminated and bustling with activity as if it were midday. Toiling figures bent over many of the innumerable drawing boards.
“What do you have, two shifts?” Jack asked.
Terese laughed again. “Of course not,” she said. “These people have been here since early this morning. Advertising is a competitive world. If you want to make it, you have to put in your time. We have several reviews coming up.”
Terese excused herself and walked over to a woman at a nearby drawing table. While they conversed, Jack’s eyes roamed the expansive space. He was surprised there were so few partitions. There was only a handful of separate rooms, which shared a common wall with the bank of elevators.
“Alice is going to bring in some material,” Terese said when she rejoined Jack. “Why don’t we go into Colleen’s office.”
Terese led him into one of the rooms and turned on the lights. It was tiny, windowless, and claustrophobic when compared to the vast undivided space. It was also cluttered with papers, books, magazines, and videotapes. There were several easels set up with thick pads of drawing paper.
“I’m sure Colleen won’t mind if I clear away a little area on her desk,” Terese said as she moved aside stacks of orange-colored tracing paper. Gathering up an armload of books, she set them on the floor. No sooner had she finished than Alice Gerber, another of Terese’s associates, appeared.
After making introductions, Terese had Alice run through a number of the potential commercial ideas they’d comped up that day.
Jack found himself interested more in the process than the content. He’d never stopped to think about how TV commercials were made, and he came to appreciate the creativity involved and the amount of work.
It took Alice a quarter hour to present what she’d brought in. When she was finished, she gathered up the tissues and looked at Terese for further instructions. Terese thanked her and sent her back to her drawing board.
“So there you have it,” Terese said to Jack. “Those’re some of the ideas stemming from this nosocomial infection issue. What do you think?”
“I’m impressed with how hard you work on this sort of thing,” Jack said.
“I’m more interested in your reaction to the content,” Terese said. “What do you think of the idea of Hippocrates coming into the hospital to award it the ‘do no harm’ medal?”
Jack shrugged. “I don’t flatter myself to think I have the ability to intelligently critique a commercial.”
“Oh, give me a break,” Terese said, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “I just want your opinion as a human being. This isn’t an intellectual quiz. What would you think if you saw this commercial on the TV, say when you were watching the Super Bowl?”
“I’d think it was cute,” Jack admitted.
“Would it make you think the National Health hospital might be a good place to go, since its nosocomial infection rates were low?”
“I suppose,” Jack said.
“All right,” Terese said, trying to keep herself calm. “Maybe you have some other ideas. What else could we do?”
Jack pondered for a few minutes. “You could do something about Oliver Wendell Holmes and Joseph Lister.”
“Wasn’t Holmes a poet?” Terese asked.
“He was also a doctor,” Jack said. “He and Lister probably did more for getting doctors to wash their hands when going from patient to patient than anybody. Well, Semmelweis helped too. Anyway, handwashing was probably the most important lesson that needed to be learned to prevent hospital-based infections.”
“Hmm,” Terese said. “That sounds interesting. Personally, I love period pieces. Let me tell Alice to get someone to research it.”
Jack followed Terese out of Colleen’s office and watched her talk with Alice. It only took her a few minutes.
“Okay,” Terese said, rejoining Jack. “She’ll start the ball rolling. Let’s get out of here.”
In the elevator Terese had another suggestion. “Why don’t we take a run over to your office,” she said. “It’s only fair now that you have seen mine.”
“You don’t want to see it,” Jack said. “Trust me.”
“Try me.”
“It’s the truth,” Jack said. “It’s not a pretty place.”
“I think it would be interesting,” Terese persisted. “I’ve only seen a morgue in the movies. Who knows, maybe it will give me some ideas. Besides, seeing where you work might help me understand you a little more.”
“I’m not sure I want to be understood,” Jack said.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. They walked outside. They paused at the curb.
“What do you say? I can’t imagine it would take too long, and it’s not terribly late.”
“You are a persistent sort,” Jack commented. “Tell me: Do you always get your way?”
“Usually,” Terese admitted. Then she laughed. “But I prefer to think of myself as tenacious.”
“All right,” Jack said finally. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
They caught a taxi. After Jack gave the destination the driver looped around and headed south on Park Avenue.
“You give me the impression of being a loner,” Terese said.
“You’re very perspicacious,” Jack said.
“You don’t have to be so caustic,” Terese said.
“For once I wasn’t,” Jack said.
The lambent reflections of the streetlights played over their faces as they regarded each other in the half-light of the taxi.
“It’s difficult for a woman to know how to feel around you,” Terese said.
“I could say the same,” Jack said.
“Have you ever been married?” Terese said. “That is, if you don’t mind me asking.”
“Yes, I was married,” Jack said.
“But it didn’t work out?” Terese said leadingly.
“There was a problem,” Jack admitted. “But I don’t really care to talk about it. How about you? Were you ever married?”
“Yes, I was,” Terese said. She sighed and looked out her window. “But I don’t like talking about it either.”
“Now we have two things we agree on,” Jack said. “We both feel the same about nightclubs and talking about our former marriages.”
Jack had given directions to be dropped off at the Thirtieth Street entrance of the medical examiner’s office. He was glad to see that both mortuary vans were gone. He thought their absence was a sign that there wouldn’t be any fresh corpses lying around on gurneys. Although Terese had insisted on the visit, he was afraid of offending her sensibilities unnecessarily.
Terese said nothing as Jack led her past the banks of refrigerated compartments. It wasn’t until she saw all the simple pine coffins that she spoke. She asked why they were there.
“They’re for the unclaimed and unidentified dead,” Jack said. “They are buried at city expense.”
“Does that happen often?” Terese asked.
“All the time,” Jack said.
Jack took her back to the area of the autopsy room. He opened the door to the washroom. Terese leaned in but didn’t enter. The autopsy room was visible through a windowed door. The stainless-steel dissecting tables glistened ominously in the half-light.
“I expected this place to be more modern,” she said. She was hugging herself to keep from touching anything.
“At one time it was,” Jack said. “It was supposed to have been renovated, but it didn’t happen. Unfortunately the city is always in some kind of budgetary crisis, and few politicians balk at pulling money away from here. Adequate funding for normal operating expenses is hard to come by, much less money to update the facility. On the other hand we do have a new, state-of-the-art DNA lab.”
“Where’s your office?” Terese asked.
“Up on the fifth floor,” Jack said.
“Can I see it?” she asked.
“Why not?” Jack said. “We’ve come this far.”