Mira
Mira checked the table before she opened the case.
All four legs touched the floor. The top did not tilt when she leaned on either end. Nobody had hidden folded paper beneath a corner and called the repair complete.
She put down her wooden block anyway.
The independent assessor watched her fit the tester into its padded clamp.
"Is the block part of the instrument?"
"Part of operating it with this hand."
She showed him the healing cut without making it the reason he should give her a better mark. Then she positioned the handle where her good hand could reach it and laid the old adjustment screw beside the case.
Ossel Marrin stood at the other end of the bench. He had arrived with a clean copy of the original assessment. Her name still appeared beneath his.
The clerk brought the issue records and the notes submitted with her review request. Mira placed her working notebook beside them.
It looked worse than the clean copy. The assessor opened it first.
