Dell chimed in. âDidnât you, Allie?â
âI wish heâd let me have something I wanted,â said Verna.
Allen said, âMaybe if you asked himââ
âOh phoo. He doesnât want anything practical.â
âWell, whatâs practical,â said Mae Dell, âabout a football team? Would somebody tell me that?â
âIt brings in money,â said Gladys, âso they can raise our salaries.â
âI donât see what thatâs got to do with it. I just donât understandââ
âGet your things and come on,â said Verna. âWeâll explain it. âNight, Allen.â
ââNight,â she said and went home unregenerated.
Seven
I t was terrible!â she said, giggling. âPick turned purple.â
The three of them, bundled in sweaters and jackets, sat on the landing. Though official spring was only a day away, there was still a distinct chill in the twilight. Allen wore slacks. In the house it was warm, but outside, a planet as big and bright as a silver dollar hung in the cold blue sky.
George said, âHeâs just mad because you wonât help him be the dean.â
âWonder which one will win,â said Toby, âhim or the Phud.â
âProbably neither.â Allen laughed again and bit into an apple.
âIâll lay my nickel on the Phud.â
âWhy?â
âPickâs the militia. Heâll go into the army.â Toby always brought things around to talk of impending war.
âI donât know why heâd do that. If he wants to be the dean, heâd better stick around.â
âHe may not be able to,â Toby said
âWhy not?â
âHeâs national guardâthey can call them into regular service.â
âFor what?â
âThe war, for chrissake. Donât you know thereâs a war on?â
âNot here,â she said, spitting a seed.
âSo weâll go there.â Toby assured her
âWe will not. The president said no son of an American motherââ
âIn a ratâs reticule,â said Toby. âWeâve got a draft, havenât we?â
âItâs a peacetime draft.â
Toby snorted.
âWell, thatâs what they call it, donât they?â
âThis isnât peacetime,â said Toby.
âWe are not at war!â
âGive us time.â
âOh, shut up and eat your apple.â She slammed into the house, dropped her apple core in the garbage, and came back. âHonestly! You are the most pessimistic! Youâd think you wanted a war.â
âLike hell I do,â said Toby.
âThen why are you always talking about it?â
âBecause Iâm scared.â
âNonsense. You donât have to be.â
âLike hell I donât.â
âYou said that before. Oh dear. I donât know who to believe.â
âWhom,â said George.
âNot in the vernacular.â She leaned back against the wall and, resorting to poetry as she always did, looked up and said, ââIn the high west there burns a furious star....ââ
âWonder what itâs so mad about,â said George. So much for Wallace Stevens. âWant to ride the bike?â They were giving her lessons on Georgeâs old hand-me-down, which he now left in her apartment.
âNot much,â she said. âI fell off three times the other day. My kneeâs still sore.â
âHow come you never learned to ride a bike?â
âBikes cost money. We rode plow horses.â
They leaned back comfortably and listened to the steeple chimes ring twelve times.
âQuarter hours are unresolved,â said George. âThey leave you hanging.â
âQuarter hours,â Toby said, âare a warning.â
âHow so?â
He said solemnly, âYour hour is coming.â
âWell, letâs improve it then.â Allen
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