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anyway.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” said Fofo. “All associations are out to increase their membership, collect subscriptions and encourage members to outdo each other with voluntary work like organizing dinners, giving tea parties, holding sales of hand-knitted socks and home-made paper lampshades—”
    â€œWhy don’t you take members?” I asked, interrupting Fofo’s foolish patter.
    â€œThere are three of us working here. Sani Hanım is president, Aylin Hanım is vice-president, and there’s me. I answer the phone and deal with correspondence. You know, general office work.”
    â€œYes, but that doesn’t explain why your association doesn’t have members.”
    â€œWell, that’s what I was told,” she said with an air of finality, obviously hoping to close the subject.
    â€œDidn’t you ask why?”
    â€œIt’s illegal for an association to have no members,” said Fofo, almost threateningly.
    The woman looked hard at Fofo, then me, before collapsingonto a chair. She seemed truly distressed by the idea that the association might have been operating illegally, yet her reaction seemed altogether too naive and extreme for the twenty-first century.
    â€œI don’t know what I’m saying any more. I’ve been all over the place since yesterday, so why don’t you come back later?”
    â€œWe can wait with you until the police come. That is, if you don’t like being here alone…” I said, with an angelic expression.
    The woman’s face lit up.
    â€œOh, would you? I’ve got a terrible headache,” she said, and tears started rolling down her cheeks right on cue. “I’m scared they’ll think I did it. No one had a key to the office apart from us three.”
    â€œYou mean Sani, Aylin and you?” I asked.
    She nodded.
    â€œBut they didn’t enter with a key. They broke the lock. Why would anyone think you did it?”
    The woman was clearly very ingenuous. No one could put on such a convincing act.
    â€œYou’re right,” she said, brightening up. “They didn’t come in with a key, so why would they think I did it? Rich people always make me feel so guilty. If they have anything you don’t have, they act as if you’re about to run off with it. Oh, I don’t know, I just panicked when I saw the place had been burgled.”
    â€œIt obviously had nothing to do with you, so stop worrying,” said Fofo, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But I know exactly what you mean. My boss rules my life with an iron rod.”
    â€œWomen bosses are the worst,” said the secretary.
    Fantastic! Not only was she anti-rich, she was also a misogynist.
    â€œSo it was your bosses who told you not to register members?” asked Fofo, trying to coax a bit more out of the secretary.
    â€œYes. But they’re right, whatever you’re thinking. I’ve worked for other associations and I know what it’s like. Friends and relatives start turning up and wanting to make changes. They register as members and then, before you know it, they’ve formed a majority, overturned the board of directors, and are running it themselves.”
    â€œLike political parties,” I commented and, since the woman obviously had no idea what I meant, I turned to Fofo and continued, “It’s the members who elect the delegates and delegates who elect the chairman. Therefore, the chairman surrounds himself with delegates who support him. That way, he remains in the chair until he dies. How do you think third-rate people keep getting themselves elected?”
    â€œYes, that’s how it works. But how else can it be done?” said the woman.
    â€œWhat was on the computers that were stolen?”
    â€œEverything. We kept everything on the computers.”
    â€œWhat kind of things?”
    â€œLists of the factories and workshops polluting the Ergene