I think Denise saw it coming and  
tried to get it in first.              
     “If it’s not really necessary,    
then why the hell are you doing it?!”  
Denise said very loudly. I would’ve    
used a lot more profanity, but she was 
right.                                 
     “Since I’ve been here, over twenty
years, two mice have totally vanished, 
and that’s been incorporated into the  
MCM, but if six mice disappeared like  
that all together, then it might be    
necessary to close this whole floor    
down until we found them, or de-contam-
inated everything again. Two or three  
over twenty years isn’t that big a     
deal.”                                 
     It was a big deal to the mice that
died, but by then, I realized we had to
get the hell out of there.             
*      I could see Denise was gonna start  
yelling herself, and this time it was  
my turn to interrupt, “I understand,” I
said and got up to leave.              
     “We’ll bring it up at the next    
meeting. Can you try and get someone   
from upstairs to be there? You know,   
someone who can actually change        
policy.”                               
     “I’ll try,” Sherrie said.         
     “Thank you,” I replied and walked 
out. Denise was right behind me.       
     “Why didn’t you...?” she started, 
but I interrupted her again.           
     “I think she knows,” I whispered. 
     “What? How do you know?” she      
whispered back.                        
     “I’m not sure. I just have this   
feeling, but I don’t want to talk about
it here. Let’s wait until we get back  
to the Dark-Side.”                     



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