Half an hour later, when the food arrived, they spread their table on a relatively clear desk in the middle office. Doris Rives had finished evaluating the completed tests; after dinner, she intended going over the written portions of the uncompleted tests.
“How’d the finished tests come out?” Melroy asked her.
“Better than I’d expected. Only two washouts,” she replied. “Harvey Burris and Julius Koffler.”
“Oh, no!” Keating wailed. “The I.F.A.W. steward, and the loudest-mouthed I-know-my-rights boy on the job!”
“Well, wasn’t that to be expected?” Melroy asked. “If you’d seen the act those two put on—”
“They’re both inherently stupid, infantile, and deficient in reasoning ability and judgment,” Doris said. “Koffler is a typical adolescent problem-child show-off type, and Burris is an al
