There are other names etched on other plates on the doors of the other offices in the hallway. Each woman walks a little one way and then the other, reading other nameplates on other office doors, pacing the narrow hallway that continues for an equally moderate distance in both directions until it right-angles into stairwells that only go down. Each woman guesses that the other is also waiting for the same professor, hoping that it is not true.
Schedules are tight.
And each woman is already wincing at the eventual arrival of the professor with the attendant jockeying. To be first is certainly preferred, but both women are awkward with the graciousness demanded of the position of preference. To be postponed is presumably insulting, and both women are weary of the trivial indignities of the city. Each woman wishes she had brought something she could read. In the black leather knapsack, purchased from a vendor on 14th Street, there is Casebook and Materials on Criminal Procedure, 5th Edition.