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there?"

"He just left," Janice said. "But I have a feeling he might stop by Research. He's worried
about the new stratospheric waste-emissions project."

"I'll walk over and meet him."

"Your father said to tell you there's a press conference tomorrow at eleven. Are you at y
terminal?"

"Yes," Sally said, and flicked the power on.
 "I'll send the press releases for you so you'll know what's going on."

Sally was going to say that she had already received an invitation to the press conferenc
and the accompanying PR material from someone named Gail, but changed her mind when s
saw what was being printed out on the printer. "You didn't send me the press releases," she
said. "You sent me a bio on somebody named Ulric Henry. Who's he?"

"I did?" Janice said, sounding flustered. "I'll try it again."

Sally held up the tail of the printout sheet as it came rolling out of the computer. "Now I
got a picture of him." The picture showed a dark-haired young man with an expression
somewhere between dismay and displeasure. I'll bet someone just told him she thought they
could have a viable relation-ship, Sally thought. "Who is he?"

Janice sighed, a quick, flustered kind of sigh. "I didn't mean to send that to you. He's the
company linguist. I think your father invited him to the press conference to write press
releases."

I thought the press releases were already done and you were sending them to me, Sally
thought, but she said, "When did my father hire a linguist?"

"Last summer," Janice said, sounding even more flus-tered. "How's school?"

"Fine," Sally said. "And no, I'm not getting married. I'm not even having a viable
relationship, whatever that is."

"Your mother called today. She's in Cheyenne at a NOW rally," Janice said, which soun
like a non sequitur, but wasn't. With a mother like Sally's, it was no wonder her father wor
himself sick over who Sally might marry. Sometimes Sally worried, too. Viable relationshi

"How did Charlotte sound?" Sally said. "No, wait. I already know. Look, don't worry ab
the press conference stuff. I already know all about it. Gail Somebody in publicity sent me
invitation. That's why I came home for Thanks-giving a day early."

"She did?" Janice said. "Your father didn't mention it. He probably forgot. He's been a l
worried about this project," she said, which must be the understatement of the year, Sally
thought, if he'd managed to rattle Janice. "So you haven't met anyone nice?"

"No," Sally said. "Yes. I'll tell you tomorrow." She hung up. They're all nice, she though