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steadied herself.
'You're still sitting there, are you?'
'Of course, Miss ButtsIf Miss Butts concentrated, Susan was sitting in front of her. If she made an effort, she could hear the gel's voice. She just had to fight against a pressing tendency to believe that she was alone.
'I'm afraid Miss Cumber and Miss Greggs have complained,' she managed.
'I'm always in class, Miss Butts.'
'I dare say you are. Miss Traitor and Miss Stamp say they see you all the time.' There'd been quite a staffroom argument about that.
'Is it because you like Logic and Maths and don't like Language and History?'.'Ridiculous.It wasn't invisibility, she told herself. She just makes herself inconspicuous. She . . . who . . .She concentrated. She'd written a little memo to herself against this very eventuality, and it was pinned to the file.She read:You are interviewing Susan Sto Helit. Try not to forget it.'Susan?' she ventured.'Yes, Miss Butts?'