Norman couldn't get his meeting with Miss MacKenzie off his mind and focus on his sums. Her exotic looks, the way she carried herself. He wistfully recalled her fleeting touch on his hand, her comments on his bachelor-ness. Very forward these Amer- No. He chided himself. Remember, it's Hey-why-ann. These Hey-why-ann women. He looked down at the his earlier scrawl Hawaiian.

"Garrow!" came a bellow from the private office, filling the air of the quiet shop. Norman wasted no time in hurrying to the door, for he lived in fear.

"Where is the MacKenzie paperwork? The American women?"

"There were mistakes in the paperwork, sir. She wouldn't sign it unless they were corrected."

"Mistakes? What sort of mistakes?" the boss's eyes narrowed.

"Miss MacKenzie objected to the word American; something to do with politics."

Norman could have sworn he heard his boss mutter something about foreigners.. He wasn't the most charitable man.

"She can be a citizen of the moon fer all I care! I want these papers signed and on my desk immediately."

Norman nodded and retreated.