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  “Whoever fixed the regulations,” said Nat, as he lay next to Rebecca on her single bed, “must have thought that students could only make love in the dark.” Rebecca laughed as she pulled her sweater back on.

  “Which means that during the spring semester you won’t have to go back to your room until after nine o’clock,” she said.

  “Perhaps the regulations will allow me to stay with you after the spring semester,” said Nat without explanation.

  During his first term, Nat was relieved to discover that he rarely came into contact with Ralph Elliot. His rival showed no interest in cross-country running, acting or music, so it came as a surprise when Nat found him chatting to Rebecca outside the chapel on the last Sunday of the term. Elliot quickly walked away the moment he saw Nat approaching them.

  “What did he want?” asked Nat defensively.

  “Just going over his ideas to improve the student council. He’s running as the freshman representative, and wanted to know if you were thinking of putting your name forward.”

  “No, I’m not,” said Nat firmly. “I’ve had enough of elections.”

  “I think that’s a pity,” said Rebecca, squeezing Nat’s hand, “because I know a lot of our class hope you will run.”

  “Not while he’s in the field,” said Nat.

  “Why do you hate him so much?” asked Rebecca. “Is it just because he beat you in that silly school election?” Nat stared across at Elliot and watched him chatting to a group of students—the same insincere smile, and no doubt the same glib promises. “Don’t you think it’s possible that he might have changed?” said Rebecca.

  Nat didn’t bother to reply.

  “Right,” said Jimmy, “the first election you can run for is as freshman representative on the Yale college council.”

  “I thought I’d skip elections during my first year,” said Fletcher, “and just concentrate on work.”

  “You can’t risk it,” declared Jimmy.

  “And why not?” asked Fletcher.

  “Because it’s a statistical fact that whoever gets elected to the college council in his first year, is almost certain to end up as president three years later.”

  “Perhaps I don’t want to be president of the college council,” said Fletcher with a grin.

  “Perhaps Marilyn Monroe didn’t want to win an Oscar,” said Jimmy, as he produced a booklet from his briefcase.

  “What’s that?”

  “The freshman yearbook—there’s 1,021 of them.”

  “I see you’ve once again begun the campaign without consulting the candidate.”

  “I had to, because I can’t afford to hang around waiting for you to make up your mind. I’ve done some research and discovered that you have little or no chance of even being considered for the college council unless you speak in the freshman’s debate in the sixth week.”

  “Why’s that?” asked Fletcher.

  “Because it’s the only occasion when all the frosh come together in one room and are given the chance to listen to any prospective candidate.”

  “So how do you get selected as a speaker?”

  “Depends which side of the motion you want to support.”

  “So what’s the motion?”

  “I’m glad to see you’re finally warming to the challenge, because that’s our next problem.” Jimmy removed a leaflet from an inside pocket. “Resolved: America should withdraw from the Vietnam War.”

  “I don’t see any problem with that,” said Fletcher, “I’d be quite happy to oppose such a motion.”

  “That’s the problem,” said Jimmy, “because anyone who opposes is history, even if they look like Kennedy and speak like Churchill.”

  “But if I present a good case, they might feel I was the right person to represent them on the council.”

  “However persuasive you are, Fletcher, it would still be suicide, because almost everyone on campus is against the war. So why not leave that to some madman who never wanted to be elected in the first place?”

  “That sounds like me,” said Fletcher, “and in any case, perhaps I believe…”

  “I don’t care what you believe,” interrupted Jimmy. “My only interest is getting you elected.”

  “Jimmy, do you have any morals at all?”

  “How could I?” Jimmy replied. “My father’s a politician and my mother sells real estate.”

  “Despite your pragmatism, I still couldn’t get myself to speak in favor of such a motion.”

  “Then you’re doomed to a life of endless study and holding hands with my sister.”

  “Sounds pretty good to me,” said Fletcher, “especially as you seem quite incapable of having a serious relationship with any woman for more than twenty-four hours.”

  “That isn’t Joanna Palmer’s opinion,” said Jimmy.

  Fletcher laughed, “And what about your other friend, Audrey Hepburn? I haven’t seen her on campus lately.”

  “Neither have I,” said Jimmy, “but it will only be a matter of time before I capture Miss Palmer’s heart.”

  “In your dreams, Jimmy.”

  “You will in time, apologize, O ye of little faith, and I predict that it will be before your disastrous contribution to the freshman debate.”

  “You won’t change my mind, Jimmy, because if I take part in the debate, it will be to oppose the motion.”

  “You do like to make life difficult for me, don’t you, Fletcher. Well, one thing’s for certain, the organizers will welcome your participation.”

  “Why’s that?” asked Fletcher.

  “Because they haven’t been able to find anyone half electable who is willing to put the case against withdrawal.”

  “Are you sure,” asked Nat quietly.

  “Yes, I am,” replied Rebecca.

  “Then we must get married as soon as possible,” said Nat.

  “Why?” asked Rebecca. “We live in the sixties, the age of the Beatles, pot, and free love, so why shouldn’t I have an abortion?”

  “Is that what you want?” asked Nat in disbelief.

  “I don’t know what I want,” said Rebecca. “I only found out this morning. I need some more time to think about it.”

  Nat took her hand. “I’d marry you today if you’d have me.”

  “I know you would,” said Rebecca, squeezing his hand, “but we have to face the fact that this decision will affect the rest of our lives. We shouldn’t rush into it.”

  “But I have a moral responsibility to you and our child.”

  “And I have my future to consider,” said Rebecca.

  “Perhaps we should tell our parents, and see how they react?”

  “That’s the last thing I want to do,” said Rebecca. “Your mother will expect us to get married this afternoon, and my father will turn up on campus with a shotgun under his arm. No, I want you to promise you won’t mention that I’m pregnant to anyone, especially our parents.”

  “But why?” pressed Nat.

  “Because here’s another problem…”

  “How’s the speech coming on?”

  “Just finished the third draft,” said Fletcher cheerfully, “and you’ll be happy to learn that it’s likely to make me the most unpopular student on campus.”

  “You do like making my task more difficult…”

  “Impossible is my ultimate aim,” admitted Fletcher. “By the way, who are we up against?”

  “Some guy called Tom Russell.”

  “What have you found out about him?”

  “Went to Taft.”

  “Which means that we have a head start,” said Fletcher with a grin.

  “No, I’m afraid not,” said Jimmy. “I met him at Mory’s last night, and I can tell you he’s bright and popular. I can’t find anyone who doesn’t like him.”

  “Have we got anything going for us?”

  “Yes, he admitted that he’s not looking forward to the debate. He’d rather support another candidate, if the right one came forward. Sees himsel