CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Inside, Perkins Hall was nothing like I expected. It looked like some big old house that was turned into offices. A huge staircase led upstairs to what looked like bedrooms. Big, gold-framed portraits hung on wallpapered walls. The doors were almost twice as tall as any doors I’d ever seen before, most were kept open by triangular shaped blocks of wood shoved underneath. As we walked toward the reception area, I would have bet the floors were squeaking and moaning beneath the thick carpets.
A woman behind a desk greeted us with a salute. I saw my father say something to her. The lady motioned for us to sit in the chairs lining one of the walls. A moment later a door opened and this tall woman—tall, like she played professional basketball—came out of an office.
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