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laughed and took a step back.  Turning to the other couple, she smiled brightly.  “Mr. Meyers, Ms. Meyers, I appreciate the dinner tonight.  The food was exceptionally good.  Unfortunately, the man you are considering hiring doesn’t know the difference between Plato, who’s primary doctrine was about Forms and their abstract meaning, to put a great mind in a nutshell,” she s aid turning to glare at Gary, “a nd Aristotle, who was a student of Plato.  And how on earth you thought Durkheim was a companion of Socrates is beyond me, since the man was born in France several centuries after Socrates died , over thirteen hundred miles from Athens, Greece.  Not only that, Durkheim studied sociology.”  She was just about to turn away when she thought of one other subject.  “Oh, and one other stupid comment?  Atheists don’t believe in a divine being.  Agnostics accept the existence of a divine being is unknown.  A subtle difference, but one your mind is too small to understand.” 
    She turned to the other couple, surprised to see their amusement at her comments.  “Well said,” Mr. Meyers replied, the first time he revealed that he was fully aware of all the unintelligent comments Gary had mouthed during the dinner.  “Please give me a call when you’re ready for a job.  I’d like to talk to you about possibilities,” he said, handing her his business card.  Looking back at Gary, “ I don’t think that position we discussed is going to work out after all.  And please don’t blame this young lady.  I was going to tell you this in the morning, but since you pushed the envelope by speaking to her so poorly a few moments ago , I decided it was pointless to pull my punches since you set the tone .”
    Ms. Meyers was already nodding and tucking her hand into her husband’s elbow.  “Would you like a ride back to your apartment, Siri?  I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you going back with this young man.”
    Siri glanced up at Gary and stepped back.  “Thank you.  That’s very considerate of you.”  She thought about catching a cab back to her place, but Gary was red enough in the face to be a problem so it was probably better to get out of the area.  Besides, she didn’t really have the funds for a cab ride.  The dress had cost her a great deal, not to mention the shoes that were biting into the tender flesh of her feet. 
    The valet arrived at that moment, handing keys to both Gary and Mr. Meyers.  Siri followed the couple, slipping into their back seat and refusing to glance at Gary the whole time.  She was relieved when the older couple pulled away from the curb, both of them chatting away at some of Gary’s more idiotic comments during the meal. 
    The next day, Siri was in her tiny apartment that she shared with another student.  Both of them were studying, relaxed on the battered sofa and chair that made up their den area.  Both pieces of furniture had seen better days but were covered with blankets or sheets that hid the worst of their wear.  Siri had gone to her two classes for the day already and was propped up on the chair with her legs hanging over the side, her brown, slightly curly hair piled on top of her head , held there with a couple of pencils and a pen.  She had a highlighter in one hand and was flipping the pages of her Art History book, making notes in the margins with the pen and highlighting anything that might be pertinent in the text. 
    When the doorbell rang, her roommate, Linda, jumped up and answered the door, dumping her calculus book onto the floor eagerly.  “Expecting someone?  Maybe an agitated, unemployed idiot perhaps?” she joked, referring to Gary.  Siri had told her all about the meal as soon as she’d gotten home last night, both of them laughing at some of Gary’s comments. 
    “Not for me,” Siri said, focusing on the history of Renaissance paintings. 
    In the back of her mind, Siri heard Linda answer the door, but the mumbled