The person who interviewed her had no face. Under other circumstances - if the job market hadn't been so bleak for so long, if the summer hadn't been so glum and muggy - this might have discouraged Josephine from stepping through the door of that office in the first place .... The lips, dry and faintly wry, parted to release the worst breath Josephine had ever smelled .... Before Josephine could decide whether or not she ought to ask her interviewer's name, The Person with Bad Breath abruptly stood. Josephine fumbled to follow, out of the office and down the long hallway. Once again, she noticed the sound: a sound like many cockroaches crawling behind closed doors, interwoven with brief mechanical moans.