She was one of the gray people who no matter what they wore or said, seemed to blend into the environment like a spilled drink in a plush carpet. She had brown hair which had recently begun to grow gray and was the color of a sparrow's wing. She wore a pair of black, horn-rimmed glasses which were ten years out of style and which emphasized her paleness. Her body was thin to the point of emaciation and her breasts caused her one and only lover to remark, "every time I see them things, I think of eggs, sunny side up."

Miss Tyne sighed again and picked up a translucent cup and saucer. She spooned in two heaping teaspoons of sugar and set it under the spigot of the coffee maker.

Miss Tyne was unabashedly in love with Catch Callahan and although she was a plain woman, she was extremely imaginative and would often indulge herself in flights of fancy concerning herself and her boss.

In that special part of the mind where wishes become truths and dreams reality, Miss Tyne replayed her morning scene with Catch:

Miss Tyne pictured herself sitting on the edge of a desk, her legs crossed. She was filing her nails. Suddenly the doors burst open and Catch Callahan sauntered in. He was wearing that beige safari suit she liked so much. Beautifully tailored, she could make out every outline of his muscular body beneath the fabric of the suit material.

"Good morning, Mr. Callahan," she breathed sensuously. "A beautiful morning, isn't it?"

He stopped in the center of the room, feet planted firmly on the carpet. He stared at her for a long moment through those fantastic blue-gray eyes of his. He flexed his thighs and said in reply, "not half as beautiful as you, Miss Tyne."

Flustered by his brashness, she asked, "can I make you a cup of coffee?"

"You know how I take it, Amanda!"

Amanda-he had called her Amanda!

"Extra sweet, Catch. I'll stir it with my finger."