CHAPTER FORTY TWO – MEET THE SUPERVISORS

The train was packed, and Joan found herself squeezed between a man engrossed in his newspaper and a woman applying makeup. As the train lurched and swayed, Joan's mind raced with thoughts about her upcoming meeting. Finally, she arrived at the university, out of breath and slightly disheveled. She sprinted across the campus, her backpack bouncing against her back. Joan burst into the Psychology Department, panting. The receptionist looked up, startled. "I'm... here... to see... Dr. Wallace," Joan managed between breaths. The receptionist checked her computer. "Dr. Karen Wallace? Third floor, room 305." Joan's eyes widened. "Did you say Karen Wallace?" The receptionist nodded, already turning back to her work. Joan's heart sank as she made her way to the elevator. Dr. Karen Wallace was the wife of Dr. Robert Wallace, a professor who had never hidden his dislike for Joan. She tried to calm herself as the elevator climbed. Stepping out on the third floor, Joan smoothed her hair a