Chapter 4I fell asleep at “my” desk, slumped over the Von Reichmann book, when something loud, harsh, and jangling awakened me with a jerk. I hadn’t heard the ring of an old rotary telephone for years. I jumped up with incredible speed, overturned the chair, and reached the receiver of the wall phone just as the clattering of the chair against the floor died away. As I lifted the receiver, I thought, Where the hell am I? But by the time I got the instrument to my ear, I realized that I was back at 108 Bailey Hall, Thompson Point, Southern Illinois University at Carbondale.
“Huh-Hello!” I said.
“Darling!”
I almost didn’t recognize her voice.
“Tammy? Is that you!?…”
“Of course it’s me. Are you expecting some other girl to call?”
She sounded so young, so intense, but without the s
