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 "I thought you didn't have dates any more."

"Well … er … I don't too often … but it just happens I have one tonight … maybe some other night?"

"I'm beginning to believe you don't like me," she pouted. "You're always busy when I call, too … I'm going to stop asking you. You don't like me, do you, handsome?"

"I do too, Thelma, but I'm …" Now why did he say that?

"I know, you've got a date."

"I wish I didn't."

"Okay, baby." She patted Gaylord's check again, the fingers running over his neck. "Some other time and don't forget to call me. I'm not going to call you any more. I've done my share, so from now on it's up to you."

"I won't."

"By the way," she said, "have you seen that little dried up history teacher? I'm supposed to pick him up."

"No I haven't … he's probably still inside."

"He's not as good as you, handsome … the old fart …" She winked. "I'd rather have you."

He wished she'd leave. He had never felt so exposed. He gritted his teeth and wished he had the nerve to tell her to go to hell. That she didn't even deserve the history teacher …

"He should be out shortly."

"I won't wait for him if you want to go for a little ride. My car's here." Gaylord's lips tightened and she went on. "I've got all afternoon just for you. All night if you want it."

Gaylord stood his ground firmly. "I'm sorry, Thelma," he got out. "I can't this afternoon."

Joy Clay moved with the jostling, friendly students, never once returning to her serious self. She was alive, open and friendly. Without waiting for any word or gesture from anyone, she grinned and waved at those she knew. Walked and answered talk without the slightest effort. She felt good and it showed in her pretty face.

"Where's Bob, Joy?" someone asked.

"How should I know," she laughed back.

She met a friend and they continued to walk together. 54