2. As you will have heard from Mason Campbell at the post office, it seems they had a request on file for your mail to be held there for pickup. Their hours are 8–4 weekdays.

3. According to official university and departmental policy, e-mail may not be used to transmit any sensitive information including (but not limited to) computer passwords and PIN numbers. I have put a photocopy of the relevant pages of the technology guidelines manual in your inbox, and deducted those six pages from your monthly allowance.

Patricia C. Walker

Senior Secretary and Office Manager

English Department

To: Patricia C. Walker <[email protected]>

Cc: John Grant, Department Chair <[email protected]>, Robert Grant, Executive

Assistant <[email protected]>

From: Angeline Mangiamele <[email protected]>

Re: follow up (5)

While the promised pages from the technology guidelines manual were in my box, the PIN number was not.

Until this matter can be resolved, Rob has given us his PIN number to use.

To: Angeline Mangiamele <[email protected]>

Cc: John Grant, Department Chair <[email protected]>, Robert Grant, Executive

Assistant <[email protected]>

From: Patricia C. Walker <[email protected]>

Re: follow up (4)

The English Department has an official policy on the use of the photocopier. This policy was reviewed by the faculty on March 18, 1989, and approved by Professor Calhoun, the presiding chair, the next day. Quoting from page four, paragraph four: “No person shall lend out his or her PIN number to any other person, or take other steps to share, barter, or distribute photocopy allowances.”

Rob Grant transferred into the English department from central administration just a month ago, so I’m assuming he hasn’t had time to review the relevant departmental guidelines. I have put photocopies of the relevant pages in his box and yours. Those ten pages have been deducted from your monthly allowance. The PIN number for Tied to the Tracks is in a sealed envelope in your box.

Tony laughed out loud over the e-mail printouts and memos Angie handed him when he showed up past noon on Wednesday. “By God,” he said with sincere appreciation. “The woman has balls, you got to give her that. Did she really give us six-six-six for a PIN?”

They were in the reception area of the editing suite, where Angie and Rivera had spent the morning trying to impose some order on the miles of video from the Jubilee.

Rivera was rummaging around in the bags of Mexican carryout that Tony had deposited on the coffee table. It was meant to make up for the fact that he had slept in while they had been busy, and it worked. Angie took the bag of tacos Rivera was waving in front of her.

“Six-six-six,” Tony snorted. “The minx. She knows not with whom she toys.”