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Show Acting Alone Page 2Q9 bombshell of all, right now, even at this early hour, figuring that Sam,'' , nerves were all twitchy and primed for it. Professor C (whose job it apparently was this afternoon to be the emotional one, the human whip) lashed out a third time - it was getting to be irritating. He said, "You know, Edwine, that we could have shown these pages to the Kansas Bureau of Investigation when they came 'round with their cameras and things; but we didn't because we believe that the goings-on within the context of the classroom should properly be the private, even intimate affair of the -" "K. B. I.? K_. B. I.?!" Sam jumped to his feet and knocked over about eight things. "What do you mean, K. B. I.? You mean it was just the stupid fucking little Kansas Bureau of -" "Don't use foul language on us, Edwine!" (They'd all scooted closer together without Sam noticing.) "Yes, don't try to throw your considerable weight around us. Any one of us could, at will, keep you from being graduated, you know -" Here we have poignant evidence of how young Sam was, even still. His memories of high school were so fresh in his mind, the ring of the words being graduated upon eager teen ears still so clear inside of him, that he actually sat down, forgot his rage at being suddenly demoted to a mere regional criminal, and shut up for a second. As though he cared about being graduated, as though he'd been planning to go through all the bullshit and be graduated at all, he sat down and got all sweaty. Keep me from being graduated? How can these guys - Oh yeah. Sam just realized that these three guys were his committee. |