After what seems like ten weeks of unadulterated excitement—all of it the
unhealthiest variety—things at Zenith House seem to have finally settled
back into their accustomed drone. Porter sneaks into Jackson’s office and
sniffs the seat of her office chair during the five-minute period which
comes every morning between ten and ten-thirty when the seat is vacant
(it is during this half-hour each morning that Ms. Jackson removes herself
and a copy of either Vogue or Better Homes and Gardens to the ladies’
bog, where she has her daily dump)...