She’s the enigmatic, aggressive, and strangely magnetic art gallery assistant who bulldozes her way into the narrator’s life. She’s not the heroine. She’s not the sidekick. She’s the unsettling mirror held up to privilege, passivity, and the lies we tell ourselves about "waiting for the right moment."
Because Miss Rita Cohen isn’t coming to save you. But she might just be the voice you need to hear to save yourself.
And then—answer.
And then comes Miss Rita Cohen, leaning across the table, phone in hand, demanding: