As Diana's eyes returned to her notes, Janet looked at her
more closely. Not terribly well groomed, she thought, noting the
slacks with casual blouse and jacket. Janet recalled that Diana
was wearing jogging shoes when she walked in. Obviously, she
wore her cloths for comfort, not for adornment. Janet continued
her inventory: mousy brown hair--no style, blue eyes.
Tired blue eyes. Lots of wrinkles, those badges that life
awarded to survivors. Must be pushing along into the sixties.
Wonder what she sounds like. Hope she's not one of those squeaky kind.
Oh, oh, the head cheese is about to start--get ready.
Henry Tarbuck consulting his notes then stated that the dean had accused
Diana Trenchant of creating and submitting fictitious student feedback forms.
"Responding to the dean's charge, this committee was formed
and I will now introduce them. On the end is Mr. Frank Anuse,
director of the Informational Studies Unit."
The Vee looked fondly at Frank who nodded his bald head in acknowledgement.
A tall gangling bean-pole of a man. His head, devoid of any sort of
demarcation between face and pate, appeared to float above his body
like some sort of alien spacecraft.
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