One wall of the office was devoted to `art'. The entire grouping
reminded Jonathan of different aspects of the same road-kill.
"On a day like this, it is a pleasure, Henry. Looks like
the weather is cooperating for graduation this year."
"Well, it's about time. Two years in a row we've been
rained out. Drop your bag, grab a cup of coffee and sit down."
Henry Tarbuck, Academic Vice President picked up his own cup
from his desk and went to the conference chairs arranged for
conversation in the office alcove. From here he eyed Jonathan
reflectively. Good man, he thought. Saved us a batch of trouble
by coming to me right off.
Tarbuck adjusted his six foot two, rather heavy-set frame
more comfortably in the chair. Young for his position, barely
in his thirties, he directed seasoned professors twice his age
and experience. This along with his imposing height and bulk
had caused some resentment but Henry just ignored it.
As first assistant to the president of Belmont University,
he reveled in power and position and firmly believed that those
that can, do (like him) and those that can't, teach (like faculty).
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