The twins had teamed with each other in Chumlig’s composition class, but they seemed to take innocent pleasure in following Robert’s progress, offering advice that was more colorful than Juan’s, but rarely as useful. Then there was the fifth ignoramus. Xiu Xiang had chickened out of Creative Composition, but she was still taking her other courses at Fairmont. And like Robert, she was learning to wear; nowadays she wore a frilly, beaded blouse — another kind of Epiphany beginner’s outfit. She was there the afternoon when Robert and Juan ran into the Chileans. This was out on the track that circled the athletics field. No one else seemed to be around; the varsity teams wouldn’t be here for a while yet. Miri — > Juan: <sm>Hey! Wake up, Orozco. Flag down <enum/>. </sm> Juan — > Miri: <sm>Sorry, I didn’t see them.</sm> Miri — > Juan: <sm>You missed them yesterday, too. Flag them before they shift to the Radners. I told you these guys would make good practice.</sm> Juan — > Miri: <sm>Okay, okay!</sm> “Hey,”
