Cam on, close focus and hold on the trid-o-genic features of J.B. standing
in the hallway outside Santini’s office. A major event is in progress. The damn
bimble-headed biff has been silent for going on twenty seconds. Skeeter records 
this for posterity. J.B. looks at him as if mildly chagrined, like she might
even cry. Skeeter records that for posterity, too.