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around andhelp,” Jess said begrudgingly.
“And that has nothing to do with Tim,” Amanda whispered.
Jess kicked her.
Amanda read on, this time taking notes herself.
“‘On September 9, 1973, the show closed for a cross-country move, opening in Walt Disney World on January 15, 1975. The theaters now rotated counter-clockwise rather than clockwise.
Changes included: no post show, an updatedfourth act, and a new theme song called “The Best Time of Your Life.”’”
One of many footnotes read: “COP was updated in 1985, and again in 1993.”
“Good evening, all!” The deeply sonorous voice belonged to a tall man with silver hair and matching eyebrows, dressed in the ubiquitous khaki pants and School of Imagineering polo
that marked DSI instructors. He stood in the library’s lobbydoor beside a matronly woman with a trim figure, long neck, and prominent nose.
“I am Tobias Langford. You may call me Toby. In my company is Ms. Bernice Crenshaw—”
“Bernie!” the woman called out.
Those in the library, including Tim, Tina, Emily, Amanda, and Jess, all looked up.
“First years, remind us of your names, please?” Ms. Bernie Crenshaw said.
Amanda and Jess turnedout to be the only two first years present. Tobias Langford took down their names in a flip-cover spiral notebook.
“Bernie, have they done something wrong?” Emily asked.
“Yeah, are they in trouble?” Tina said, a little too enthusiastically.
“On the contrary,” Langford said. “We are duly impressed by any first years who instigate the use of our facilities’ expanded offerings. Excellent!The use of the library
suggests…overachievers.”
“We’ll just have a quick look at the books you’re reading, if you don’t mind.” Crenshaw’s voice cut as sharp as a crow’s cry.
Jess shot Amanda a suspicious glance.
Amanda caught Tim’s eyes moving between her and, more specifically, the two books on the table in front of her.
Also seeing Tim, Jess reacted before Amanda, touchingthe bottom book:
Park History
. Tim gently rocked his head side to side.
Not that one.
Jess tapped the top book,
Set Design 1950–1966
.
Almost imperceptibly, Tim nodded.
Quickly, Jess slipped
Set Design
off the table and stashed it behind her. But the book’s location made her sit stiffly in the chair, so she slid it beneath the seat cushion and
wiggled down onto it like a hen ontoan egg.
She looked up and saw the two faculty members standing close by. Langford smelled of leathery cologne. He was taller up close.
“Tobias Langford,” he repeated, offering his hand to both girls. They shook. “Dean of Technology and Innovation.”
“You must know Tim, then,” Jess said.
“Indeed.” Langford spun to look at Walters.
“You may call him Toby, and me, Bernie,” thewoman said. “As you’ve no doubt heard, all faculty prefer to be addressed by their first names.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jess said, out of habit.
“What have we here?” Tobias Langford asked, picking up the park history book from the table.
“
Park
History
, for our History of Audio-Animatronics course,” Amanda said, offering the explanation a little too quickly and enthusiastically. Nervously.
“Yes,” he said, towering above her. His expression held a doubtful, penetrating inquiry that caught Amanda by surprise. “Nineteen sixty-three.”
“Excuse me?”
“The first use of the term. Audio-Animatronics were introduced in the Tiki Room, but had been in development for several years prior.”
“Ooookay.” The drawled word escaped Amanda’s lips before she could stop herself.
“Youdon’t ever want to leave a book open upside down like this,” Bernie Crenshaw said, reaching down. “It can damage the binding. Please use a—” She
stopped.
She’d opened the book to the page Amanda had been reading.
Without speaking, she passed the book to Tobias. He read deliberately, and then examined the placement of the library ladder, the rows of books, and the
“And that has nothing to do with Tim,” Amanda whispered.
Jess kicked her.
Amanda read on, this time taking notes herself.
“‘On September 9, 1973, the show closed for a cross-country move, opening in Walt Disney World on January 15, 1975. The theaters now rotated counter-clockwise rather than clockwise.
Changes included: no post show, an updatedfourth act, and a new theme song called “The Best Time of Your Life.”’”
One of many footnotes read: “COP was updated in 1985, and again in 1993.”
“Good evening, all!” The deeply sonorous voice belonged to a tall man with silver hair and matching eyebrows, dressed in the ubiquitous khaki pants and School of Imagineering polo
that marked DSI instructors. He stood in the library’s lobbydoor beside a matronly woman with a trim figure, long neck, and prominent nose.
“I am Tobias Langford. You may call me Toby. In my company is Ms. Bernice Crenshaw—”
“Bernie!” the woman called out.
Those in the library, including Tim, Tina, Emily, Amanda, and Jess, all looked up.
“First years, remind us of your names, please?” Ms. Bernie Crenshaw said.
Amanda and Jess turnedout to be the only two first years present. Tobias Langford took down their names in a flip-cover spiral notebook.
“Bernie, have they done something wrong?” Emily asked.
“Yeah, are they in trouble?” Tina said, a little too enthusiastically.
“On the contrary,” Langford said. “We are duly impressed by any first years who instigate the use of our facilities’ expanded offerings. Excellent!The use of the library
suggests…overachievers.”
“We’ll just have a quick look at the books you’re reading, if you don’t mind.” Crenshaw’s voice cut as sharp as a crow’s cry.
Jess shot Amanda a suspicious glance.
Amanda caught Tim’s eyes moving between her and, more specifically, the two books on the table in front of her.
Also seeing Tim, Jess reacted before Amanda, touchingthe bottom book:
Park History
. Tim gently rocked his head side to side.
Not that one.
Jess tapped the top book,
Set Design 1950–1966
.
Almost imperceptibly, Tim nodded.
Quickly, Jess slipped
Set Design
off the table and stashed it behind her. But the book’s location made her sit stiffly in the chair, so she slid it beneath the seat cushion and
wiggled down onto it like a hen ontoan egg.
She looked up and saw the two faculty members standing close by. Langford smelled of leathery cologne. He was taller up close.
“Tobias Langford,” he repeated, offering his hand to both girls. They shook. “Dean of Technology and Innovation.”
“You must know Tim, then,” Jess said.
“Indeed.” Langford spun to look at Walters.
“You may call him Toby, and me, Bernie,” thewoman said. “As you’ve no doubt heard, all faculty prefer to be addressed by their first names.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jess said, out of habit.
“What have we here?” Tobias Langford asked, picking up the park history book from the table.
“
Park
History
, for our History of Audio-Animatronics course,” Amanda said, offering the explanation a little too quickly and enthusiastically. Nervously.
“Yes,” he said, towering above her. His expression held a doubtful, penetrating inquiry that caught Amanda by surprise. “Nineteen sixty-three.”
“Excuse me?”
“The first use of the term. Audio-Animatronics were introduced in the Tiki Room, but had been in development for several years prior.”
“Ooookay.” The drawled word escaped Amanda’s lips before she could stop herself.
“Youdon’t ever want to leave a book open upside down like this,” Bernie Crenshaw said, reaching down. “It can damage the binding. Please use a—” She
stopped.
She’d opened the book to the page Amanda had been reading.
Without speaking, she passed the book to Tobias. He read deliberately, and then examined the placement of the library ladder, the rows of books, and the
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