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or more his two hundred and ten pounds, which he carried mostly in bone and
hard muscle. Unfortunately, that
sort of physical engine, matched with an instinct for taking direct action
when challenged-which was use- ful on the volleyball courts with the caliber
of oppo- nents Jim had been facing in tournament play for some years now, but
not perhaps the best thing so- cially-gave Jim reason to consider that he had
cause for concern about himself.
Thank heaven for Angie. The beautiful thing about her was that she could get
results from people without becoming at all annoyed with them, in situations
when Jim would have sworn that the other persons were deliberately looking for
a fight. How she managed it, Jim had never been able to figure out. As far as
he could see, all she did was to explain matters in a level, friendly voice.
Whereupon, for some reason, the other people immediately stopped doing
whatever they had been doing that was antagonistic and became friendly and
helpful. Angie was really rather special; partic- ularly for someone hardly
bigger than a minute. Look at the way she handled Grottwold...
Jim woke to the fact that time had been sliding away as he had been sitting
here thinking. He looked at his watch and scowled. Nearly a quarter to eleven.
This was too much. If Grottwold didn't have the sense to let her go, Angie
herself ought to have broken away by this time.
He pushed open the car door on his side, and was just getting out, when one of
the two big front doors swung open again and Angie came running down the steps
to the car, pulling on her light beige topcoat as she ran. Her brown eyes were
bright and her cheeks pink with her hurry.
"Oh, there you are," said Jim, getting back in.
"I'm sorry." Angie got into the Gorp on her side and slammed the door behind
her. "Grottwold's all excited. He thinks he's right on the verge of proving
astral projection is possible-"
"Whichjection?"
Jim keyed the Gorp to life and pulled away from the curb.
"Astral projection. Setting the spirit free to wander

outside the body. What with the results he's been get- ting using advanced
input on biofeedback circuitry to duplicate certain forms of sleep states-"
"You aren't letting him experiment on you, are you? I thought we got that
settled."
"Don't get all worked up, now," Angie said. "I'm not letting him experiment on
me, I'm helping him with his experiments. Don't worry, he's not going to
hypnotize me, or anything like that."
"He tried it once."
Jim pulled the Gorp out of the college grounds onto West Street and turned
down on the ramp leading to Highway Five.
"He only tried. You were the one who hypnotized me, if you'll remember-after
Grottwold taught you how."
"Anyway, you're not to let anyone hypnotize you again. Me or Hansen, or
anybody."
"Of course," said Angie, softly.
There she went, doing it again-just what he had been thinking about, Jim told
himself. Now he was the one she'd just handled. All of a sudden there was no
more argument and he was wondering what he had gotten excited about in the