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Certainly there was no longer any silence at the lower end of the table. As interested as she was in what she heard, Linda caught Mrs. Bates's glances of approval and felt warmed by pleasure. This, she knew, was part of what she had been hired for, and she was doing her job well. She caught another glance, too, from Peter Tattersall. That was much harder to interpret. The expression was neither antagonism nor dislike; doubt, interest, and appreciation were all intermingled, Linda thought, together with an amused understanding of what she had done.
"Wait," Rose-Anne said, "I'll show you a tentative programming schedule." She left the table before Linda could protest and was back in a few moments to thrust a sheaf of typewritten sheets, much crossed-out and corrected, into Linda's hands.
"But this is for January."
"Certainly. And it only covers the specials. Regular programsseries, that isaren't even listed unless they must be cancelled for a special."
Linda exclaimed properly not only over the intricacies of coding and abbreviations that Rose-Anne explained to her, but that she should be carrying her work with her on a Sunday.
"There are no Sundays for BBC employees," Donald remarked tragically, and to prove it went out to get his papers to demonstrate the complexities of production. Linda noticed that Peter said little, but she was aware that he was watching the three of them closely.

 
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