Stan wasn’t smiling now. His face showed his concern for his friend. Then the blue eyes began to blaze with anger.
“That really sucks. Do you think Rick the Prick was responsible?”
“Do you know, to this day, I’m not sure? He managed to avoid me completely after that. I called his room in the fraternity house, but he would never answer. I left messages, and he never responded. To be charitable, I suppose he let something slip to one of his fraternity brothers. In my worst moments, though, I suspected he’d been put up to the whole thing by his fraternity. Does that sound paranoid or what?”
“It’s okay. You’re allowed a little paranoia after all that. What happened next?”
“Well, my departmental colleagues all heard about it and figured out what had been going on. Most of them were pretty s
