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and their classes, and talking about new friends, till it was time to go to the dining
hall.


That evening the commissary truck came by and delivered Lee's order. When she'd
put it away, she sat down by herself in the nook, to relax, and review her day over a
cup of tea. She felt good about it, stimulated, unworried about Whistler's suggestion.
And the bill the commissary had given her, for her order from Walsenburg, hadn't
been as steep as she'd anticipated. But most especially, the girls had really liked their
new school, and apparently there'd been no breath of cultism there. Perhaps there was
a system of home teaching for that.
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The frame house was a century old, but well maintained. Its raised front porch was as
wide as the house, and shaded by maples that lined the street. Set back only a dozen
feet from the sidewalk, it gave an elevated view of passersby. Just now, however, the
residents were inside at supper.


Mrs. Edmund Buckels looked across the table at her daughter. "I don't approve of that
university anymore, letting that Ngunda Aran speak there. Your father and I have
decided you should go somewhere else. Bethel. It's a good Baptist school."


Jenny Buckels shrugged slightly. "My scholarship's at Chapel Hill, and I've paid for
my room for this semester."
Her mother's lips pinched. "I don't want you going to that school any longer. It's run
by atheists."


Let it lie, Jen, her brother prayed.


She tried. It didn't work.


"Speak to me when I talk to you!"


Jen's voice was quiet. "Mother, I'm trying not to argue."


"I suppose you went to hear him."


She could have lied, but wouldn't. "I did. It was an assignment in Journalism 201.
Otherwise I wouldn't have."