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"Roland, please, I know all that. Assume I do. Why do I unconsciously dislike Foster? I should get
down on my knees and thank God for Foster."



Fugua shook his head and began to pay attention. "Foster?" he said. "You don't know the half of it. I'm
his faculty adviser. Quite a boy, Foster."



"To me just a name, a face, a good recitation every time. You know: seventy-five to a class. What's he
up to here at dear old Tricky Dicky?"



"Watch the funny jokes, Edel," said Fuqua, alarmed.



"Sorry. It slipped out. But Foster?"



"Well, he's taking an inhuman pre-engineering schedule. Carrying it with ease. Going out for all the
extracurricular stuff the law allows. R.O.T.C. Drill Team, Boxing Squad, Math Club, and there I had to
draw the line. He wanted on the Debating Team too. I've seen him upset just once. He came to me last
year when the school dentist wanted to pull a bad wisdom tooth he had. He made me make the dentist
wait until he had a chance to check the dental requirements of the Air Force Academy. They allow four
extractions, so he let the dentist yank it. Fly boy. Off we go into the whatsit. He wants it bad."



"I see. Just a boy with motivation. How long since you've seen one, Roland?"



Dr. Fuqua leaned forward, his voice low and urgent. "To hell with Foster, Dave. I'm in trouble. Will you
help me?"



"Why, of course, Roland. How much do you need?" Mr. Edel was a bachelor and had found one of the
minor joys of that state to be "tiding over" his familied friends.



"Not that kind of trouble, Dave. Not yet. They're sharpening the ax for me. I get a hearing this
afternoon."