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me down.”
    Fish peered at her narrowly.  “He doesn’t have two left feet.  He’s not a mutant.”
    She shrugged again.  “Coulda’ fooled me.”
    “Dr. Imelda, this is what I mean by your attitude!  You are extremely critical of everyone and everything around you!  Nothing pleases you!  Yet your own personal habits are obnoxious and unacceptable!”  His voice carried a distinct undertone of threat.  “I intend to do everything I can to change you.”
    Imelda huffed up insultedly.  “I take baths!”
    “You know what I mean...  Smoking, drinking, never enough sleep.”  He was obviously pleased with his diagnostic acuity.  “And your apartment is a mess.”
    Her eyes narrowed.  “I don’t have a psychiatrist, I have a mom,” she muttered.
    “What was that?”
    “Yes, momma Fish.  I’ll try to be better,” she said, louder.
    Fish’s face turned red.  “You listen to me, Dr. Imelda!  I am just doing my job!  Personally I don’t give a damn what your apartment looks like, or for that matter what you look like!  But personal disorder is a symptom of emotional dysfunction!  I don’t know if anyone will ever be able to set your head straight, but I can sure as hell attack the symptoms!”
    Honesty, in a psychiatrist?  This fellow was going to get himself fired.  She did her best to look shocked.  “Fish, baby, where is your professional attitude?”
    Fish’s eyes were bulging.  He was gasping as he swallowed the words he really wanted to say.  Imelda smiled at him.  “Would you like some water?” she asked.
    “No!” he bellowed.
    He paused, attempting to lower his blood pressure.  It took a little while.  Finally, in a calmer voice he said, “I do not feel that we are going to accomplish anything further today, Dr. Imelda.  Your next appointment will be in one week.  I will be expecting you promptly then.”  He left his desk to open the door for her.
    “S ee you later, Fish.  Appreciate your help,” she said.  She noticed his eyes bulging again as she left.  She doubted he would be setting her up with Straiss anymore.  He was going to be too busy trying to keep himself from strangling her.

Chapter Three
What’s the deal?
    Imelda walked down the hallway hesitantly.  Her instructions made no sense.  Corridor seven, room 3444.  There was no corridor seven on the research wing.
    She scowled at the letters glowing in her right eye skeptically.  Could Biotech get nothing right?  Cursing silently to herself, she returned to corridor six and resolutely approached the secretary stationed near the entrance.
    There were many things that Imelda hated, but near the top of the list was asking directions.  When machines failed, the best place to go in a corporation was to ask a secretary.  The meaning of the term had changed over the years and the job description most certainly had.  Typing was a universal skill and word processors could just as easily use the spoken word, so dictation was a foreign concept to a secretary.  Most functioned as the information systems experts in their divisions and monitored all communications for compliance with corporate guidelines.  There was no tiny bit of information that a secretary could not access, and they were sworn to confidentiality.  They usually knew more about the company and the employees than any of their ‘bosses’.  Reaching the workstation, Imelda cleared her throat. 
    The secretary stared at her suspiciously.  Imelda had refused to answer his questions the last time she had been there.
    His name flashed in her right eye.  “Hi, Bill,” she said.
    Bill’s expression didn’t chan ge.  “May I help you?” he asked in a voice that implied that he didn’t want to.
    “How do you get a map of this place?”
    “You’re lost?”  His eyes sharpened, examining her from head to toe.  She didn’t like the way he was looking at her.
    “Possibly.”  Imelda waited.
    “Where are you going?”
    “When I see