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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 5 of 307 There was silence. I had made it seem like I was the only instructor of Internet Research at Snow. Oh well. If there's one thing I've learned since leaving college, it's to always put your best foot forward at the job interview. And if there is another thing I have learned as a faithful member of The Church That Shall Not Be Named, it's that you have to leave out anything that does not fit your purpose. "You callin' ^bout the job, right?" It was a good guess and his failing to use the contraction you're made perfect sense, all things considered. "Yup." Brevity is the soul of wit in Sanpete just as it is everywhere else. "You better get over here." He gave me his address without ever even asking for my name. CHAPTER 2 When I got to his half-dilapidated, single-wide mobile home out in the true middle of nowhere, I was greeted by a hastily scrawled Post-It: Nephi, the door's open. Don't get stupid. You're on candid camera. Come on in and have a seat. I'll be right back. Steve. So he was showing off. He had somehow managed to figure out my name. Score one for Steve and his dilapidated single-wide. I |