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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 14 of 307 the college. And both of these were on the ropes. Federal spending priorities, concerned as they were with taking the money of the many and placing it into the hands of a few special military contractors, had left Snow College cutting corners so hard a padlock appeared on one of the copy machines in "the humanities building. No one took responsibility. No one dared to ask too many questions. And times were no easier for the turkey plant as it reeled from seven dollar a bushel corn. Our migrant population, mostly illegal, was the first to feel the pinch. Suffice it to say that the land was hard scrabble and any income was better than not making the rent. At home I organized all the forms and applications with checks that Steve had written to cover their processing. He hadn't told me that I was going to need two official sets of finger prints. Or that I would need to become bonded. One of the checks had been written out to me. I assumed he was paying me for the time and expense of chasing down all the details to include in all these forms. Those big manila envelopes were not cheap either. CHAPTER 4 My phone woke me up at 8:00 the next morning. I grabbed it. "Yeah?" I managed groggily. "You get that paperwork in the mail?" It was Steve. |