Dr. Music: The Great Pumpkin has arrived.
Me, curtsying as I entered the ancient library: That would be Pumpkiness to you.
Chief: Let's start.
Dr. Music: I'm here now. On the board.
Me: Where is Dr. Woods?
Chief: AWOL. He's rotated off anyway. Let's start. Dr. Music is rotating on. He's the secretary/treasurer. You are the President.
Me: Me? You mean Presidentess? So he's my secretary for how long?
Dr. Music: Can I sit in your lap?
Cheif: Ha! Harvey!
Business leader: For a year. Now let's get started.
