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little strange. And anyway, he never pays any attention to us.
The only girl he ever looks at is the girl in back of the
class."
Carla moved her hand along the nylon stocking on her leg.
"That's not true, Amy. I've seen him look at us lots of times."
"The two of you are ridiculous." Sandy Greenfarb shook her
curly brown hair. "Besides, teachers don't date students in
this pathetic school. City College is too old-fashioned for
that."
"Who said anything about dating?" Carla replied. "And
you're wrong, anyway. Didn't you hear about Atwick in the Bio
Department? They say he got a girl pregnant. Put some Spanish
Fly in her drink."
Sandy blushed. "That's absurd. And anyway, Professor
Harris is nothing like Professor Atwick. He's much more refined
-- more of a gentleman."
"How would _you_ know?" Amy jumped back in.
"No one knows much about Professor Harris. He just started
teaching here this term," Carla said.
"He's not married. That's all Carla needs to know." Amy
laughed.
"Shh," Sandy said as Jeff walked into the room.
"Late as usual," Amy whispered.
"Well, I've read through most of your papers." Jeff
slouched into the chair on wheels and stretched his feet out on
the desk. "And I'm sorry to say that they were more gruesome
than I expected."
A murmur of irritation rippled through the class.
"Now to begin with..." Jeff began, as one student, even
later than he, hurried through the door. It was the girl with
the soft brown eyes, who bit her lower lip in an apologetic
smile and slipped into a rear seat as inconspicuously as
possible.
"Miss, uh..." Jeff inquired, returning the smile.
"Laura Chapin."
"Yes, uh, Miss Chapin, I was just telling the class that
most of these papers on the McLuhanesque interpretation of the
Beatles missed the point entirely. But there were a few
exceptions. And yours was among the most refreshing."
Amy shot an I-told-you-so glance to Carla.
Laura's eyes dilated with delight. "Thank you."
Jeff finished the class five minutes early and headed
quickly out the door. "Professor Harris," Laura called after
him. He stopped a few feet down the hall and turned to face
her. Jeff realized she looked taller and older than he had
thought, her brown hair jostling invitingly around her
shoulders. "I wanted to thank you for what you said about my
paper," she said, slightly out of breath.
"You earned it. You have a fine mind."
She smiled without looking too embarrassed. "I was