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Show 32 door where some hoods wearing leather jackets had followed the musicians back in and wouldn't leave when Bill Fairfield told them to. One of them had flung Bill's hand off his shoulder and Bill had gotten very red in the face and yelled something at him that Lorin could understand even at that distance and was surprised at. A small crowd gathered near the door, blocking Lorin's view. Several of the teachers ran over to break it up. "I just didn't want you to think I'm like that," he said. "Sometimes it just sort of slips out if I'm upset or something." "You don't have to make excuses," she said. He saw Mr. Domenico talking to one of the hoods, who was apparently holding his ground. Mr. Domenico was large and fat, with a tiny pink head which he cocked to one side, and he stood with an enormous fist on his hip, jabbing the hood's chest with the fingers of his other hand, but Lorin couldn't hear what he was saying over the music. Lorin wondered if he should offer to get her something to eat instead of punch as soon as it was convenient to go to the punch table. It was just possible that iron deficiency was making her irritable and that a cookie with raisins in it or something would help. He was wondering how to suggest it when she suddenly turned and looked at him. "Lorin, I kind of have a headache. Would you mind taking me home?" "Maybe somebody at the refreshment stand has some aspirin," he suggested "I think I better just go home." He noticed on his way to get her jacket that Bill Fairfield had taken his coat off and was thrusting his face within inches of one of the two hoods still in the ballroom. The tendons in his neck stood out, and Mr. Dickerhoff had a hand on his arm. Lorin reflected that a headache might make a difference in the character of the talk they were going to have. He |