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Show -295- He spoke in a belligerant tone, but the cold wind blowing down the walkway struck the thin material of his t i g h t - f i t t i ng s h i r t , and his voice quavered. "Who i s that?" the Professor asked. The young man mentioned the name of the pink-haired g i rl who had been so frightened xrhen the early demonstrations had begun. "What about her?" he asked. "She says you're goin' on s t r i k e . Won't hold no classes." The Professor, s t i l l barely awake from his nap, f e l t sorry for the two students (he supposed they were students) trembling on his doorstep. "Come i n , " he Invited them. The larger boy s t a r t e d in, then hesitated; The Professor had not noticed that the dog was a t his heels. He sent her back to her rug by the window, where she went reluctantly but obedi-antly. The two boys entered, and he seated them on the love seat before the fireplace. The Professor excused himself and walked to the bar to get a package of c i g a r e t t e s . When he turned back, he saw the smaller man reach his hand out to the dog. The dog paid no a t t e n t i o n. "She won't come to you," the Professor told him, "unless I order her to?" He sat down opposite them and lighted his c i g a r e t t e. "Now," he said; who told you I wouldn't hold classes?" "She did." |