Jennifer Jennifer raced down the hallway shouting obscenities at the rows of lockers. The green metal cabinets with their black and silver locks did not reply, although they were all vented for speech. She chose the first open doorway, the first pine desk, and the first bit of description that came to her mind.

Not long ago, Jennifer Jennifer had worked for the city, had in fact been moved to a position of higher middle management where the appearance of performance fueled the weeks and months. But there was no way to develop her into a character worthy of our attention. She is tall, she is plain with shoulder length brown hair, nicely arched eyebrows and glasses shaped like a butterfly. She is also poor, so that the butterfly glasses cannot be replaced.

At the beginning of our story we had some idea about a character slightly out of control, marginally sane, relatively obedient. Then we realized that we had to have something to say.