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But one of them I fully intend to wake up

"Director’s Office," I yell, thu on the door once with my fist We are not allowed to enter any room unannounced

But that doesn’t mean we have to wait for the resident to answer the door And I don’t I insert my master key into the lock and turn the knob

Kimberly, as I hoped, is curled up in her bed Her rooot the saold and white--is eoing on?" she asks sleepily "O in here?"

"Get out of bed," I say to her

"What? Why?" Even when just waking from a dead sleep, Kimberly Watkins looks pretty Her face--unlikeup--isn’t smeared with various anti-zit-and-wrinkle crea co either side of her face

"Is there a fire?" Kimberly wants to know

"There’s no fire," I say "Co there in an oversized New York College T-shirt and a pair of boxers On her feet are a pair of baggy gray socks

"Wait," she says, tucking a lock of hair behind one ear "Where are we going? I have to get dressed I have to brushher out the door She tries to resist, but let’s face it: I’er than she is Plus, I’ me?" Kim stammers, as she trots to keep up with me as I haul her toward the elevator Her alternative is to lether, which she apparently realizes I a to show you," I tell her in reply

Kimberly blinks nervously "I--I don’t want to see it"

For a ainst the nearest wall as if she were a handball Instead, I say, "Well, you’re going to see it You’re going to see it, and then you and I are going to have a talk Understand?"

The elevator cab is still waiting at the twelfth floor I pull her into the car and jab the button for the lobby

"You’re crazy," Kilide down She’s starting to wake up now "Do you know that? You’re going to get fired for this"

"Oh, yeah?" I laugh That’s the best one I’ve heard all day

"I onna be ton," I say, as we reach the lobby and the elevator doors open, "can kissher past the door to my office, and down the hall toward the front desk, where the student worker actually looks up froed from so fire--why, noout on e disposal, does the New York City Fire Departe to show up first?--pauses in his coordination efforts to stare atKimberly past him

"Don’t just stand there," Kimberly shouts at himy arm!"

Pete’s walkie-talkie crackles He lifts it to his lips and says, "No, it’s all clear here in the lobby"