. .if only he didn't
bore them to distraction first.
As he walked toward the phone, he couldn't help but feel
a bit chagrined that his own letter had been read back
to him--the one he'd sent Trenchant outlining the rules
for the hearing. He had meant for it to be intimidating.
Didn't think she'd find anyone who'd dare to testify.
Downstairs, Diana and her witnesses were lolling about in comfort,
eating and drinking the results of a MacDonald's run that Roz and Helen
had made.
She had been telling them about Lyle's testimony when James
suddenly jumped to his feet crying, "say again!"
Repeating herself, Diana asked, "What's the problem."
"No problem. You said he testified that the new evaluation
forms were sent up from the dean's office on the tenth of
December last year, right? And he found the `suspect'
evaluations sometime during that same week?"
"That's what he said. What is it, James? You look so excited!"
" Don't you remember? Don't you remember what happened to you
Thanksgiving Day last year--the injury to your wrist, your right wrist?
You weren't writing anything until a couple of days before Christmas
and even then it was painful for you.
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