Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 38
…There is no 39th floor lady, see?…
The ground floor, good old Mother Earth, terra firma has never felt so comforting to one Constance Caraway. The elevator at 33 LaSalle has stopped one floor shy of the basement parking garage. Out on the street, automobiles provide a background for a sidewalk filled with pedestrians, so unexpectedly reassuring.
An added bonus: not one related relative story from one Eddie Dombroski on the way down..
You would think that having just experienced something inexplicable, that the leader of this expedition would guide them out of harm’s way. Instead of following Eddie back out to their car, she stops at the front desk to speak with the doorman. So should have Eddie stopped 20 feet away.
“What’s with the 39th floor? Do you know anyone from WORLD AGNOSTICA?” She hands him their card.
The polite professional Negro employee of many years, judging from his gracious interaction with the comers and goers, stares at Constance as if she had a single blue eye in the middle of her bang covered forehead, saying nothing.
Without a response, she becomes annoyed.
“Have I become invisible?”
“There are only 38 floors in this building Miss.”
Now it is she who falls is mute.
“The Penthouse Suite is occupied by the Foreman State National Bank.”
“Excuse me, but we were on the top floor, the 39th, you know World Agnostica!”
“Who are “we”,” he inquires to the woman standing alone in front of the desk.
“Me and ………Ed……. well, he was with me.” The 20 foot rule has bolted out the lobby doors.
“This is not at all funny,” she proclaims while dashing to the right of five elevators, the one she had taken up. “Look, number 39 is right here.”
“There is no 39 lady, see?” states the doorman.
No odd numbered 39 on the top of row of 8 with 5 to each row. Most buildings are designed without that anomalous odd final story.
“I’ve been here since they opened her up in ’29, know her better than I know my wife. If there is a 39, I’ll quit right now and ask for a devorce!”
Leaving a job of 21 years is as inadvisable as it is for Constance to carry this conversation any further. She just shakes her head and blends into the bustling crowd outside.