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first?”
     
                  “Why do we always have to have some sort of structure?” said Alan.
     
                  “Because it’s easier without the Bama boy,” said Hagan.
     
                  “Agreed,” said Diane.
     
                  “I have an idea,” said Alan, “And I know everyone will agree.  Let’s have Gigi start.”  Yvette started the applause.  Diane and Tanis followed.
     
                  “Let’s go Gigi,” said Tanis, “Lay it on us.”
     
                  “Week seven” said Georgia, “The beginning of psych-eval.  The beginning for me at least.”
     
                  “Who was your first?” asked Hagan.
     
                  “Tanis,” said Georgia.
     
                  “What did you think of me?” asked Tanis.
     
                  “I had you down as Type A,” said Georgia, “I scored you high on physical courage and willingness to protect others.  I thought perhaps personal trauma at a young age.”
     
                  “Why?” asked Tanis, “I don’t remember you asking anything in that direction.”
     
                  “I took everything together,” said Georgia.  Tanis suddenly seemed unusually timid.  Georgia noticed more intimately because Tanis was leaning on her, shoulder-to-shoulder. Tanis quickly withdrew her contact with Georgia and didn’t say anything.  Everyone swallowed the ensuing silence.
     
                  “What about me?” asked Bryan, “What was your take when you interviewed me?”
     
                  “Devilishly handsome,” said Alan.
     
                  “Shut up,” said Bryan.
     
                  “I thought you were the youngest in your family,” said Georgia, “Displaying a subconscious need to be seen as mature or insightful.  Judging from your posture when you entered the room and the way you sat I said you were the youngest in your family because you stand so perfectly tall and sit straight.  I thought you must’ve tried to stand as tall as your siblings when you were younger and it became a trained habit.  Proving yourself was at the forefront of your psyche, not necessarily better but equal.”  The right side of Bryan’s mouth raised ever so.
     
                  “What about me?” asked Hagan.
     
                  “I remember you being different than the other boys,” said Georgia.
     
                  “Different how?” said Hagan.
     
                  “I didn’t think you were Type A or Type B, just balanced,” said Georgia, “All the boys were type A in my evaluations.”
     
                  “I thought everyone was Type A,” said Yvette, “All of you guys, except you Gigi.”
     
                  “Yeah,” said Alan, “It’s likely all of us are goal-oriented Type A personalities.  Otherwise, why would they have chosen us?”
     
                  “Well,” said Diane, “We all have different assignments so who knows?”
     
                  “How do you know our assignments are different?” said Alan, “Maybe they got us all going after the same thing eight different ways.”
     
                  “Because that makes so much sense,” said Diane, “Pay all of us to do the same job.”
     
                  “Maybe they expect some of us to die in the process,” said Bryan.
     
                  “None of us would know,” said Alan, “We can’t talk about our assignments with each other.  Despite how drunk we get.”
     
                  “Probably for the better,” said Yvette.
     
                  “We should probably stop talking about assignments,” said Georgia, “Something might slip.”
     
                  “Agreed,”