"
Anuse brought him sharply back out of harm's way by asking
if there had been trouble between him and Trenchant.
This opened a floodgate of accusation and crocodillian remorse.
He had no idea why she would be so resentful of him since
he had gone out of his way to be nice to her. "Once, I even
complimented her on the cute sweater she was wearing.
Instead of acting normally, she complimented me on my cute shirt.
Go figure!"
Pressed to answer what he thought might be her reason to
sabotage him with fictitious student evaluations, he lost it.
Although he had been carefully coached by both the chairman of NERD
and the university attorney, all that training went out the window.
The mask slipped and his answer was pure, vitriolic, undiluted,
vintage Randy.
Perhaps it was because he sensed a kindred spirit in Frank Anuse.
"Well," sneered Randy, "you know broads, they get crazier than ever
at that age and. . ."
Oh, God, thought Henry and nearly shouted, "It's getting late,"
over the rest of what Randy was about to say. "This would be
a good time to adjourn for the day. All right?"
He glanced around quickly, stood up and was halfway to the door
before anyone could disagree.
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