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.Heatter was something less than thrilled to hear that."Why don't you tell him I'm here?" Rhonda said, flashing a big smile at her.Mrs.Heatter picked up her telephone (a funny looking telephone;Rhonda had never seen one like that before) and dialed just one number."Major, there is a Mrs.Hyde here, who says you expect her." Mrs.Heener thenm and showed Rhonda into another office."Mrs.hyde, Major MacMillan."Mr dl that formal business, Rhonda expected an officer in full dress uniform,at least.The man who said, "Come in, please, Mrs.Hyde," was wearing whatlooked like a junior league baseball jacket.It was a violent shade of orangeand had a snake embroidered on the front with the word MOCCASIN sewn above it.He shook Rhonda's hand, took her application from her, and offered her a seat.Rhonda regretted all the emphasis she'd given on the application to hernutritional and food preparation experience.It made her sound like a shortorder cook."What the application doesn't show, Major," Rhonda said, flashing him a bigsmile, and leaning over so that if he wanted to, he could look down her dress,"is that I've been running my husband's office since we were married.All theadministration, so to speak.""Do you type, by the way?""No," she said, "not very well." She figured she could get away with that; hehad looked down her dress.He was all man, she could tell that.That must make things tough in your husband's office," he said, and there wasa sarcastic tone in his voice, but he left it there and went on: "Here's acopy of the job description.Why don't you take a look at it and see if you think you'd be able to do it?"Rhonda sat back and read the job description with what she hoped looked likeintelligent interest.When she felt MajorMacMillan's eyes on her boobies again, she sat up and leaned over, her eyesstill on the job description, to give him a better look.It was either theboobies or nothing; she didn't understand a word of the job description.Shetold herself that an office was an office, and once she got the job she couldfigure out what she was supposed to do.She really wanted the job.MajorMacMillan was very interesting, indeed, and there would probably be otherinteresting men, as well."I'm sure that once I got my feet on the ground, I could handle this," shesaid, and flashed him a dazzling smile."ButI have to tell you that I've never had the chance to be around senior armyofficers before.""Do you know what a Multilith is?" Major MacMillan asked."Yes, sir," she said."We have one at the church."Page 121ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAll she knew about a Multilith machine was that it was a dirty machine thatsat in the preacher's office."And you can run it?" he asked."Or supervise the people that do?""Oh, yes, sir.""I have to tell you, Mrs.Hyde, that this isn't an eight-to- five job," MajorMacMillan said."We would expect you to be available to come into worksometimes very early in the morning, and to work at night, an dover weekends.If you're looking for an eight-to-five job, this isn't it.""My time is my own," Rhonda said."What about your husband? And your children?""My mother takes care of the children when the housekeeper isn't there,"Rhonda said."Now, don't tell me that now, and then come in two months and tell me youcan't handle the hours.""I wouldn't do that, Major MacMillan.""Can you come to work tomorrow morning?""Yes, sir.""About seven o'clock," he said."We start early sometimes."He wasn't that hard to figure out.He just wanted to see if she meant what shesaid about being willing to come in early."Yes, sir," Rhonda said.That was going to cause trouble.Doc would be furious if she wasn't there to make his breakfast.Too bad.She had a job, and the prospects looked simply fascinating.Doe would just have to get used to making his own breakfast.Hell, they couldhire a cook at what she was going to make out here.(Three)Camp Rucker, Alabama16 August I9SSWarrant Officer Junior Grade Edward C.Greer's gray U.S.Air Force issue flight suit was sweat-soaked and showed white lines where thesalt tablets, ingested as protection against the heat, had passed out of hisbody.He carried a white plastic crash helmet loosely under his left arm as heknocked at the sill of the open door of the director, Aviation CombatDevelopmentsAgency."Come on in, Greer," Colonel Robert F.Bellmon said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]