"Glad to meet you," Dan said, shaking hands and grinning widely. "We've
got plenty to do." Suzanne excused herself. Oliver's eyes lingered on
her as she went out the door. "As I was saying, plenty to do."
"Right," Oliver said.
"I'm in charge of billing. That's what we use the computer for, mostly.
Let me show you the computer room." He took Oliver into an
air-conditioned room where four women were working at terminals. The
computer was at the far end of the room, next to an enclosed line
printer. "We bought a receivables package years ago, but it has been
modified a lot."
"Sure," Oliver said.
"Gifford has asked us to change the late messages. Here's what he
wants." Dan pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and unfolded
it. "Over 30 days, this; 60 days, this; 90 days, here." He circled the
numbers and underlined the messages.
"O.K.," Oliver said. "Where's the documentation?"
"We don't have much," Dan said. "The original stuff is on that shelf
over there."
"Ah," Oliver said. He pulled at one ear lobe. "What language are we
talking?"
"RPG II."
"O.K." Oliver groaned inwardly. He'd have to get a book. RPG was
supposedly the worst language ever devised.
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