Impatiently waiting for her longtime surgeon, she pushed herself off the table and crossed to the desk, where a small folder sat.
She pulled a folder from her bag and they headed to the music room.
Chernak handed a thick folder to Dean, smiling at Mayer as if he were waiting to be introduced.
Dean smiled in spite of himself as Fred swept the kitchen table clear of cups and cat, dropping a bulky folder and spilling its paper contents.
It printed from the web, and had a folder attached.
Arranged with the paper at one end of the machine, and passing through the cylinders to the folder at the other end where the copies are delivered.