By Marcia Talley
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Colonel! Colonel! ” The beastly dog ignored me. I wasted some time searching back along the way we had come for a break in the fence, then gave up. Risking a tear in my “Smith College—100 years of Women on Top” sweatshirt, I held down the lower strand of barbed wire with one hand and carefully squirmed through. ” and waving my stick impotently. Colonel had disappeared behind the house. I had never seen the old Nichols place up close. The once-white siding on the ancient two-story dwelling was pitted and stained gray-green from the woodsmoke that used to pump out of the chimney night and day.
Once she attended a two-day seminar at an executive hotel outside the Beltway and came back all fired up about Total Quality Management. Right away she selected six of us to form a group to meet during lunch hour for weeks in order to come up with four or five suggestions to improve our service, like making a telephone training video, installing a second fax machine, and hiring a stress management consultant. ” “We don’t have stress here,” she said. We all gasped, and I swore to everyone in the lunchroom afterward that I saw the papers on her desk flutter.
Sounds like a good idea,” he said with enthusiasm. Too much enthusiasm, if you ask me. ” I was standing in front of the stove, stirring oatmeal. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on the top of my head. ” He kissed my neck, then gave my bottom a friendly pat. I turned and pointed the wooden spoon, gooey with oatmeal, at him. ” “Trust me, I’ll manage. ” He opened the cupboard over the microwave and pulled out a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese. ” I laughed and ruffled his graying hair with my free hand.