Paperwork and Pictures

[gothamflatfoot]

Police or Professor... There will always be paperwork. Jim Gordon is currently working on a pile several inches thick. Two hundred and fifty some odd finals. The scantrons he can run through a machine. The essays are a different story. He wonders why he didn't delegate this mess to the TAs. It would have made his life a lot easier. Next

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[oracle_watching]

After four rings, the phone is picked up. "Hello, Daddy," she answers. "Sorry it took me a while--Mary's trying to explore the entertain--no, sweetie. Mommy said no."

[gothamflatfoot]

Across the line, she won't be able to see him smile. "Hi Princess. Should I call you back? It sounds like you've got your hands full."

[oracle_watching]

"No, just give me a--gotcha, Peanut!" Mary's giggling becomes more audible over the phone. "I've got her, and I can talk to you and tickle her at the same time. How are you, Dad?"

[gothamflatfoot]

The giggling makes him smile even more. To go along with it is a sudden urge to be elsewhere. South. By a good twenty miles or so. "Remind me never to teach another summer intro class."