Chapter 16
I sat around in my new room-which hadn't been painted in about six years-until the afternoon started to end and night began to drop. I just felt too beat to do anything but sit. I kept thinking about how good we had it, all of us with all those women, all those jugs to hold and all those warm bodies to snuggle up with, and now it was all exploded because Chuck Gordon had been dumb enough to bring Carol over.
I was seized by a powerful curiosity. I wanted to know what had happened to the rest of my fellow expellees-where they were going, how they had reacted, whether they planned to do anything. Most of all I wanted to know about Carol.
So about five in the afternoon I went out in the hall and put a dime in the phone and dialed the number of her dormitory, and asked for her
