The restaurant was nearly full when we walked through it. As we passed the bar, Francine threw over her shoulder that there was booze upstairs. We con...tinued past the restrooms and kitchen, climbed a stair at the rear. This opened to a very plush hallway. The open door next to the stairwell read Conference Room. Francine explained that the lawyers who owned the building had an arrangement with the restaurant—preferred rates on catering and private parties in exchange for use of this room after. So the two ladies left me to the coffee maker while they attended to Denise’s plight. “Can you hand me my robe?” Carol’s disembodied voice came from the bathroom after ten minutes or so. I grabbed the robe from the closet and handed it through the door while telling her that coffee was made. A few minutes later, a dishevelled Denise came out of the bathroom, her dark blonde hair plastered in corkscrewed ringlets, dripping onto the. .. Today mygoal of speaking to you is to be blunt and honest about your futures.Each year at Emerson about three-hundred Littles attend the universitiesfirst day of orientation. Your class has over a hundred-and-fifty thatwere signed up to begin. You're already down to a hundred-and-twenty...To say that your likelihood of graduation is low is an understatement."Murmurs were made around the room at this and I nervously shifted on theboosted seat."In recent years the biggest class Emerson. I had Cynthia kill all of our lights. There was no movement inside the ship.We landed softly 200 feet back in the canyon. I got our EVA suits out. Cynthia and I would go and check it out. We stayed connected.We were about to leave when Mary/Fran called. She was sensing a telepathic life form. She wanted us to stay put until she got there. I knew Mary/Fran had a reason. She wanted to improve our fire wall. She reminded us of Sofia. Bob M. and Mary/Fran landed their Soyuz right behind us. We used.
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