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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 dormitories. 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 academic journals until you publish
something. Then see Shorles keep you out of that instructorship!”

“Oh, hell,” said Jim. “I’ll probably never get anything published
anyway.”

“You better not mean that!” For once Angie sounded almost angry.

“Well, actually, no,” Jim said, a little shamefacedly. “Actually, this
last paper was going pretty well this morning before I headed off
for class.”

Professor Thibault Shorles, head of the History Department, liked
his assistants to sit in on all of his classes, in addition to doing the
usual work of correcting 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 otherwise 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