By the afternoon, Lori was so busy that she managed to forget about the morning completely. She was swamped by preparations for the departmental picnic, students turning in final projects and a stack of exams waiting to be graded. When Wes popped into her office at four thirty, she was on the phone with the picnic caterer.
"There!" she sighed triumphantly, several minutes later. "The picnic is ready. As long as I make an appropriate sacrifice to the weather gods, everything should be fine."
"All finished?" Wes asked. "I'm impressed."
Lori grinned. "Games are set, talent show is ready, the food will be divine and it's supposed to be seventy degrees and sunny." She thumped her fist on her wooden bookshelf for luck. "My final exams have been copied and are locked in a file cabinet for next
