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Author: Danny Walker
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Oh, am I early?” Lorraine looked around the confer- ence room. “I was afraid I was a little late.”

“No, you are a little late,” said Dr. Melling cheer- fully. “But only a little.”

After being a junior colleague of Dina’s for two years, Lorraine didn’t know why she still had a tendency to think of her as “Dr. Melling”—especially since the department favored professor over doctor on the rare occasions that they bothered with formality. Maybe it was the warm but penetrating character of Dina’s eyes, as seen through those adorably round-and-tiny glasses. Dr. Melling, always shining through these glasses, had a confidence-inspiring presence—at the same time, para- doxically, as Lorraine’s lust for her inevitably made the assistant professor a self-conscious, neurotic mess.

“How are you tonight?”

“Not bad,” Lorraine replied. Settling into her seat, she then added a “How about you?”—but she was conscious of having waited an instant too long to say it, thus intro- ducing a moment of awkwar
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