Still, as she moved to her workstation and felt eyes on her, she became self-conscious. She remembered Sister Callista always chiding her to stand up straight and to walk proud. She decided that it wasn't the worst thing in the world to be so lucky to have twelve different mothers who cared about everything from your eternal soul to your posture.
Jane held her head high and walked proudly to her cubicle.
Jen arrived and poured herself a cup of coffee. After watering it down, Jen turned and looked at her.
"Good morning," Jane said.
"Good morning," Jen responded.
She didn't ask about her outfit, so Jane didn't volunteer. And she seemed a little unsure since it wasn't her sitting in front of the computer today. Jane had been given the closing argument to type up, and Tim wanted it by
