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| | My Friend, Dorothy Berry |
 | | These days, a friend remarked, everything is compartmentalized at Cottey, but in Dotty’s time, before the era of job descriptions, it was a lot less so. |
 | | If you were on campus interviewing for a teaching position and ran into Dorothy, she would offer to take you for a tour of the town. |
 | | When the waitress came, Dotty gave her strict instructions to bring her bacon “crisp,” and if, when it came, it was not “crisp” (which I soon discovered meant “quite burnt”), the hapless waitress got a scolding that sometimes made me blush. |
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