No one will know which two are critical."
Later in the day, several groups of students had wandered in
to look at the pile of evaluations, shake their heads and wander out again.
That is until Jenny Smythe bubbled her way in. Jenny was
from England. Her husband was a doctor associated with the
medical school and she was continuing her education while he was
posted here. She pounced delightedly on one of the forms,
"This looks just like Sarah's writing. Sarah and I sit together
at all the lectures and I've seen her handwriting so many times.
I'll go get her!" And Jenny was off with that efficient British
walking gait that one associates with woolen socks and moors.
The next day, Sarah appeared at Diana's door, tentative
and a bit apprehensive. Sarah was a shy young woman barely
out of high school. Raised on a farm, she had not yet assumed
the mask that so many of her more sophisticated classmates wore.
"Jenny said I should look at some evaluations because you
have some trouble because of them."
"Yes, thanks for coming by. They are on the bench there."
Diana pointed.
Sarah put down her books and started to look through the SmurFFs.
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