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first place. He was also feeling half guilty for making a fuss over something
that probably had not been that important to begin with.
"Anyway," he said, heading out along Highway Five toward the trailer court
Danny Cerdak had told him about, "if this trailer for rent turns out to be the
deal Danny said it was, we can get married and maybe, living together, we can
get by cheaply enough so you won't have to work for Grottwold as well as
holding down your assistantship in English."
"Jim," said Angie, "you know better."
"We could."
"We could not. The only reason the co-op can get by charging us a hundred
twenty apiece per month for food and board is that it makes slop food in
quantity and beds us all down in double-decker bunks in dor- mitories. Any
place we find for ourselves is going to
put our living costs up, not down. I can't manage meals for us as cheaply as
the co-op can. No, I can't quit my work with Grottwold. But at least having a
place of our own will make it seem worth while to go on. We've got to have a
place of our own-but let's not
fool ourselves about the expense."
"We could sort of camp out in the new place, the
first few months."
"How could we? To cook and eat, we've got to have
utensils, and a table to eat on. We need another table so we can each have one
to correct tests on and so forth for our jobs at the college. And chairs. We
need at least a mattress to sleep on, and something like a dresser for the
clothes that can't be hung up-"
"All right. I'll get an extra job, then."
"No, you won't. I had to stop work on my thesis. You're going to stick with
writing papers for the aca- demic journals until you publish something. Then
see Shorles keep you out of that instructorship!"
"Oh, hell," said Jim. "I'll probably never get any- thing published anyway."
"You better not mean that!" For once Angie
sounded almost angry.
"Well, actually, no," Jim said, a little shame- facedly. "Actually, this last
paper was going pretty well this morning before I headed off for class."
Professor Thibault Shorles, head of the History De- partment, liked his
assistants to sit in on. all of his classes, in addition to doing the usual
work of correct- ing tests, reserving reference books for the students in the
course, and so forth. It was a neat little whim that added eight hours a week
to the time Jim other- wise required to put in to earn his hundred and
seventy-five dollars a month.
"How was he?" Angie asked. "Did you ask him
about the instructorship again?"
"He wasn't in the mood."
"He wasn't? Or you weren't?"
Jim winced internally. Shorles had interviewed Jim at the History Association
meeting last year in Chi- cago; and as good as promised him a recently created
instructorship just added to the history department Shorles headed at
Riveroak. With this prospect, An- gie had tried for, and to the happiness of
both of them, got, a teaching assistantship in the English Depart- ment. She
was still working for her doctorate in Eng- lish literature, Jim having been