Don't Eat the Sushi- Ch. 2

Chapter II

Over the next couple of weeks Tracy and Selma each met with their colleagues in one on one get togethers, of course. Dinner with Brad at the Fish Mart, drinks with Kathy at Carl’s and so on. Never in the same place, same time or in the neighborhood of the university. One by one people agreed, some more quickly than others but no one took long to be persuaded and to Selma’s surprise and delight every single TA working for the Bull agreed to the plan.

About a third of the way through the semester Tracy and Selma organized a “TA Dinner” at Selma’s place. Completely inconspicuous since it was common for TAs to want to get to know each other, go over the course work and maybe discuss their worst students. On the night of the dinner, after everyone was stuffed with food, had a few drinks and were in a merry mood Tracy stood up on her chair, giggling.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Selma and I appreciate you all coming together this evening. We all know why we’re here, the very noble cause of bringing the Bull down by the horns!” Everyone cheered, clapped and laughed. Tracy raised her glass, took a sip of her red wine and continued. “So to the task at hand. You’ve each been given a role to play in this extravaganza whether it is to be a look out or to just keep your mouth shut if you have to.” She winked, people chuckled. “The event will take place in 3 days and will hence forth be referred to as Friday Dinner. We cannot emphasize precaution enough.” Tracee took another sip, sat down and then Selma stood up on her chair.

“With that being said we have a few ground rules. Do not talk about this on campus. If you must discuss it over the phone remember it is called Friday diner and be cognizant of what that means to someone who may be listening in. Anything you talk about would have to make sense in the context of a Friday night dinner. On the day of the event no talking about it period. You should know your roles and have all your questions answered by then. So, are there any further questions?” A hand rose at the end of the table.

“Yes Tony?”

“Yeah, when’s the celebratory party afterwards?” Tony asked smiling. Everyone laughed.

“Friday,” Selma replied grinning. “If there’s nothing more let’s eat, drink and bring the Bull Bitch down!” Everyone raised their glasses and took a long hopeful gulp.