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Wednesdays Child William Tenn When he first came to scrutinize Wednesday Gresham with his rimless spectacles and watery blue eyes, Fabian Balik knew nothing of the biological contradictions that were so incredibly a part of her essential body structure. He had not even no-ticed—as yet—that she was a remarkably pretty girl with eyes like rain-sparkling violets. His original preoccupation with her was solely and specifically as a problem in personnel administration. All of which was not too surprising, because Fabian Balik was a thoroughly intent, thoroughly sincere young office manager, who had convinced his glands conclusively, in several bitter skirmishes, that their interests didnt have a chance against the inter-ests of Slaughter, Stark Slingsby: Advertising Public Relations. Wednesday was one of the best stenographers in the secretarial pool that was un-der his immediate supervision. There were, however, small but highly unusual der-elictions in her employment history. They consisted of peculiarities which a less dedicated and ambitious personnel man might have put aside as mere trifles, but which Fabian, after a careful study of her six-year record with the firm, felt he could not, in good conscience, ignore. On the other hand, they would obviously require an extended discussion and he had strong views about cutting into an employees working time. Thus, much to the astonishment of the office and the confusion of Wednesday herself, he came up to her one day at noon, and informed her quite calmly that they were going to have lunch together. This is a nice place, he announced, when they had been shown to a table. Its not too expensive, but Ive discovered it serves the best food in the city for the price. And its a bit off the beaten track so that it never gets too crowded. Only people who know what they want manage to come here. Wednesday glanced around, and nodded. Yes, she said. I like it too. I eat here a lot wit