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“I’m afraid the similarity escapes me,” Marion said.

“As my grandmother said when the man on the phone asked for Lana Turner, ‘Boy, have you got the wrong number.’”

Nowadays they’re mostly veterans and I guess they get a little older, they don’t chatter so much. Least Gordon don’t. Not that I’d want to pry,

“I see,” said the Dean. He pressed his hands together as though comparing their size.

She was an unknown quantity.

How could they explain . . . The door at the side of the room opened, creating a draft that lifted the pages of his notebook. He turned to see who it was. It was Dorothy. Shock burst over him, hot as a wave of lava. He half-rose, blood pushing to his face, his chest a block of ice. Sweat dotted his body and crawled like a million insects.

There would be suspicion directed at all the men, proof against none.

Across the room there was the whisper of a chessman being placed and an old man’s voice said “Check.”

At times during the day, when a loud voice or the chalk’s screech made him momentarily aware of his surroundings, he looked at his classmates with mild surprise. Seeing their brows contracted over a stanza in Browning or a sentence in Kant, he felt as though he had suddenly come upon a group of adults playing hopscotch.