WHEN I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t quite believe what had happened to me the night before. It was Saturday and I didn’t have to go to work. I washed, dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast; while eating I read over two or three times the newspaper account of Dr. Havensson’s lecture. The report gave a good, factual account including Mr. Malone’s question-and-answer period. Fortunately, nothing was said that referred to me or the questions which I had asked in any way. Even after I had finished eating and had drunk a second cup of coffee, my head still seemed to be spinning. The whole thing was just too unreal.
WHENI waited in my room all day just in case Dr. Havensson might still be in town and might want to see me. But no call came. I had given him my address the night b
