Chapter 7
Tuesday morning, I got a call from Marge.
"Did they give you the pitch about Saturday night?" she asked me.
"You mean, after the game?"
"That's right. The-club."
"Yeah," I said cautiously. "They told me all about it on Saturday."
"And what are you planning to do?"
"I don't know," I said, continuing to fence. "How about you?"
"I sort of wanted to check with you first."
I decided to grab the bull by the horns. "I guess I'm figuring to join," I said. "I mean, it looks like a lively outfit. Unless-"
"Unless what?"
"I don't know. What about you?"
"I figure I'll join too," Marge said. "That is, if you're going to. I wouldn't want to get mixed up with a bunch of total strangers."
I wondered privately whether there were any male upper-classmen in the whole damn university
