It wasn't until Eric scuttled forward like a land crab to "apprehend" an innocent man that I realized how much like Barney Fife he had always been. Overly fond of his supposed authority, quick to accuse people of shoplifting, good at giving mean glares. The uniform was baggy on his rickety frame.
It made me nervous, though, and I kept a sharp watch to make sure they hadn't installed any new cameras. At my desk I pretended to be cleaning while I shoved things into my purse. I especially wanted the new calculator that could do anything, anything, and came with six mechanical pencils.
I saw James' car outside before he came in, which was good, it gave me a little warning. We can finally have a normal conversation relief. But he was still angry and stone-faced, he was there to get the girl who had created the calculator. I couldn't blame him; it was a brilliant machine.