CHAPTER 7St. Paul Campus
Morning, March 20
Professors ignore the social lives of their graduate students for the same reason graduate students pretend they don’t know about faculty feuds: to avoid collateral damage. It usually works. Ann dropped by Paul’s office and tearfully let him know it wasn’t going to work this time.
Paul was disturbed. He took the second floor walkway to the Veterinary Teaching Hospital and walked into Bill Thompson’s office at eight thirty. “Bill, we’ve got a problem.”
Bill had been munching a cheese Danish. He put his hand to his mouth, chewed rapidly and swallowed. “Yeah, I know. Ann and Jason are the two best grad students I can think of to work on it, though. That was lucky.”
“That’s the problem. Ann came to my office this morning, crying and blubbering so
