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Show 81 Sometimes, if I know a couple of the guys that are there, I play a game with them." "As long as you're in the library, you ought to read a book once in a while," Kathleen told him. Karl grimaced. "Reading's no fun, not for me. Andy likes to read, though. Did you know he's read almost every book in the...." "You told me." They'd arrived at their back gate. Kathleen put her hand over Karl's as he reached to open it. "Anyway, thanks for what you're doing. And please be careful that Mom doesn't find out." Karl had hurried ahead of Kathleen, hoping to be the first person back in the sophomore room after lunch, but when he got there, Frank Piatt and Fred Hollingsted were already in their seats, and Eugene McNeary came through the door right behind him. He'd mentally rehearsed the way he would present the zinnias, with a debonair smile and a slight bow which would look gentlemanly but not sissy. With those three fellows watching him, though, he felt too conspicuous to do anything except thrust the flowers into Miss Petrov's hand and say, "Here!" |