Though Bisbee generally kept a blank and unsentimental workspace, the navy envelope containing her plane ticket was T-pinned lovingly right above the fishbowl. It was a company function, after all, and Bisbee was a valued employee. Her manager even hired a temp to cover the workload during her absence. Bisbee had two days to train her. From day one, they were enemies. Her name was Iskra or Ilonka or something else foreign. Bisbee refused to learn it, really, as the temp was younger, prettier, and skinnier. Every seat swiveled when the temp walked past. She received several invitations to Friday’s potluck, cajoled that she didn’t even have to bring anything.