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Love Story part 4

'So that's why his not-so-great grandson could get into

Harvard so easily!'

I was angry now. 'Jenny, if I'm no good, why did you want

me to invite you for coffee?'

She looked straight into my eyes and smiled.

'I like your body,' she said.

Every big winner has to be a good loser too. Every good

Harvard man knows that. But it's better if you can win. And

so, as I walked with Jenny to her dormitory, I made my

winning move.

'Listen, Friday night is the Dartmouth hockey match.'

'So?'

'So I'd like you to come.'

These Radcliffe girls, they really care about sport. 'And

why', she asked, 'should I come to a stupid ice-hockey

match?'

'Because I'm playing,' I answered.

There was a moment's silence. I think I heard snow

falling.

'For which team?' she said.

* * *

4

Stupid and rich, clever and poor

By the second quarter of the game on Friday night, we were

winning 0 — 0. That is, Davey Johnson and I were getting

ready to score a goal. The crowd were screaming for blood

- or a goal. I always feel that it's my job to give them both

these things. I didn't look up at Jenny once, but I hoped she

was watching me.

I got the puck and started off across the ice. Davey

Johnson was there on my left, but I didn't pass the puck to

him. I wanted to score this goal myself. But before I could

shoot, two big Dartmouth men were after me. In a moment

we were hitting the puck and each other as hard as we could.

In a moment we were hitting the puck and each other

as hard as we could.