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and study. Keith smiled sweetly, and went on jumping up every time the elevator stopped near him. After an eternity of false starts, the elevator doors opened, and Marcy and Carl emerged, chatting. Keith raised himself up, and waved over the carrel wall. Marcy noticed him and involuntarily started toward him, shaking her head, signaling a frantic “no.” Carl noticed him then, and glared hotly, pacing ahead of Marcy. If Carl had been Superman with heat vision, Keith would have been a little crispy smudge on the floor. He ignored Carl, and smiled brightly at Marcy. “Hi!”
“Uh, hi,” Marcy said, barely audible.
“Good to see you,” Keith said. “Marcy’s in my Sociology class,” he explained.
“I know,” Carl glowered. He tugged at Marcy’s arm, and she turned away too quickly, banging her knee against an exposed I-beam. She gave a soft gasp and nearly dropped her books, but she kept moving. Carl didn’t seem to notice that she had hurt herself and virtually pulled her out of the stacks. The last Keith could see of her was an expression of wide-eyed appeal. Or desperation.
“I’ll see you later,” he called to her.
“Please, just leave me alone,” she breathed, clutching her books tightly. Keith subsided into his chair, puzzled.
“Shhh!” hissed the librarian triumphantly.
***
Chapter 7
Keith spent most of Monday night in the company of his RA and several other members of the Student Government, on an act which required the utmost secrecy. It was a mission of mercy on behalf of Dan Osborne. He was a member who was attending the University on an athletic scholarship, and had won the first place medal in the regional swimming competition for the 440-meter race. Danny was ecstatic over his victory, and had been seen all day walking as if on air. The other members decided that it was up to them to keep him from getting a big head over his success, and maybe walking right out of the atmosphere before he noticed. It was for this reason that they were engaged in transporting his Volkswagen Scirocco from the parking lot to the bottom of an empty swimming pool at one o’clock in the morning.
They decided it was worth it to help him out, since the chances that the administration would blame Student Government for such a prank were suitably small. Pat, shaking off his lethargy for once, decided to help out. He was a friend of Danny’s, too.
One of the guys in on the joke was an Engineering major. With the help of an architecture student, Sharon Teitelbaum, they had constructed a pair of jointed ramps that hung over the edge of the pool like a set of badly broken skis. Mere Business and English majors, like Keith and Pat, were delegated to be pallbearers and help carry the car out of the lot.
Once in the loftily-named “natatorium,” Rick sprang the door lock and took off the emergency brake. With four men on either side, they eased the car down the ramps.
“There,” said Rick with satisfaction. “It’ll take him hours to figure out how we did it.”
“Let’s leave the ramps in the office,” Keith suggested, “so it won’t be too hard to find them.”
“That doesn’t mean a thing,” Pat sniffed. “People who are intelligent enough to understand machinery don’t become gym teachers.” Rick hit him solidly between the shoulder blades and he choked.
“Knock it off, Shakespeare,” Rick growled in mock ire, “or I’ll put you through the goalposts.”
“Spoken like a true snob,” Keith accused Pat cheerfully.
“Of course,” Pat answered airily. “P.E. majors stand right ahead of us English majors on the unemployment line.”
O O O
It was quiet and dark in the hallway of the dormitory. There were a few students still awake, but they had their doors closed to keep the noise from stereos, TV’s, passionate discussions or other activities from annoying people who would rather sleep. This floor was nearly empty. The figure sneaking toward Keith’s room had seen everyone leaving
“Uh, hi,” Marcy said, barely audible.
“Good to see you,” Keith said. “Marcy’s in my Sociology class,” he explained.
“I know,” Carl glowered. He tugged at Marcy’s arm, and she turned away too quickly, banging her knee against an exposed I-beam. She gave a soft gasp and nearly dropped her books, but she kept moving. Carl didn’t seem to notice that she had hurt herself and virtually pulled her out of the stacks. The last Keith could see of her was an expression of wide-eyed appeal. Or desperation.
“I’ll see you later,” he called to her.
“Please, just leave me alone,” she breathed, clutching her books tightly. Keith subsided into his chair, puzzled.
“Shhh!” hissed the librarian triumphantly.
***
Chapter 7
Keith spent most of Monday night in the company of his RA and several other members of the Student Government, on an act which required the utmost secrecy. It was a mission of mercy on behalf of Dan Osborne. He was a member who was attending the University on an athletic scholarship, and had won the first place medal in the regional swimming competition for the 440-meter race. Danny was ecstatic over his victory, and had been seen all day walking as if on air. The other members decided that it was up to them to keep him from getting a big head over his success, and maybe walking right out of the atmosphere before he noticed. It was for this reason that they were engaged in transporting his Volkswagen Scirocco from the parking lot to the bottom of an empty swimming pool at one o’clock in the morning.
They decided it was worth it to help him out, since the chances that the administration would blame Student Government for such a prank were suitably small. Pat, shaking off his lethargy for once, decided to help out. He was a friend of Danny’s, too.
One of the guys in on the joke was an Engineering major. With the help of an architecture student, Sharon Teitelbaum, they had constructed a pair of jointed ramps that hung over the edge of the pool like a set of badly broken skis. Mere Business and English majors, like Keith and Pat, were delegated to be pallbearers and help carry the car out of the lot.
Once in the loftily-named “natatorium,” Rick sprang the door lock and took off the emergency brake. With four men on either side, they eased the car down the ramps.
“There,” said Rick with satisfaction. “It’ll take him hours to figure out how we did it.”
“Let’s leave the ramps in the office,” Keith suggested, “so it won’t be too hard to find them.”
“That doesn’t mean a thing,” Pat sniffed. “People who are intelligent enough to understand machinery don’t become gym teachers.” Rick hit him solidly between the shoulder blades and he choked.
“Knock it off, Shakespeare,” Rick growled in mock ire, “or I’ll put you through the goalposts.”
“Spoken like a true snob,” Keith accused Pat cheerfully.
“Of course,” Pat answered airily. “P.E. majors stand right ahead of us English majors on the unemployment line.”
O O O
It was quiet and dark in the hallway of the dormitory. There were a few students still awake, but they had their doors closed to keep the noise from stereos, TV’s, passionate discussions or other activities from annoying people who would rather sleep. This floor was nearly empty. The figure sneaking toward Keith’s room had seen everyone leaving
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