Hex tidbit 3

The janitor in the lobby rolled his squeaky cleaning cart near the yellow ‘wet floor’ stand. He cautiously observed the area for several minutes until certain there were no onlookers. He hurriedly fetched a twelve inch totemic object hidden underneath the sign. Hiding the totem in a pile of dirty rags, he advanced the cart towards a public water fountain. Brooke passed him in a brisk gait, neither made eye contact with the other. Waiting for another opening, he retrieved another totem hidden under the fountain. Without wasting further time, he escorted the cart to the back room, his face wrinkled in a confident smile.

I

The University of New Hampshire campus in late spring blended the stress of final exams and added academic workloads with the lackadaisical feeling of long awaited warm weather. In the library seats were always full. Outside, the basketball courts were never empty. The usual professors tried with diligence to keep their students on their studies. Richard Brewer was not the usual professor.

Dr. Richard Brewer, doctorate of biology, was much younger than his peers. He graduated UNH just two years ago, and instantly landed a teaching job in the biology department to fill a timely retirement. Many upperclassmen still remember his days as one of them, his endless hours engrossed with the science section on the library’s second floor. Dr. Brewer tried to carry himself with professionalism while still interacting with the students on a friendly level.