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I had finished carting the last of ure appeared in the doorway, his face obscured by the stack of cardboard boxes in his ar with effort, and lowered them to the floor

"You," I said

It was thefrayed khaki pants and a gray T-shirt that said HARVARD SQUASH, with crescents of sweat under the ar atAt first he professed no recollection; then a look of recognition dawned

"Of course The guy with the suitcase I’ht occurred to him "No offense, but wouldn’t that make you a sophomore?"

It was a fair question, with a coh I’d been adraduate in three years I’d given thisaround for the full four But in the weeks since receivingout rown ht so, too, since they’d housed uess that makes you a real smarty-pants, doesn’t it?" he said "So, let’s have it"

He had a way of speaking that was both elusively sarcastic and somehow complimentary at the same time "Have what?"

"You know Nain, that sort of thing The history of yourself, in other words Keep it si Biocheh if you ask me tomorrow I probably won’t remember, so don’t be offended" He stepped forward, hand extended "Jonas Lear, by the way"

I did rip "Lear," I repeated "Like the jet?"

"Alas, no More like Shakespeare’s lanced around "So, which of these luxury coht it would be fair to wait"

"Lesson nule and so forth But since you’re deteruy, we can flip for it" He pulled a coin from his pocket "Call it"

Up the coin went before I could respond He snatched it frouess…heads?"

"Why does everybody call heads? Someone should do a study" He lifted his hand "Well, what do you know, it’s heads"

"I guess I was thinking of the smaller one"

He sone the saht you are That was rude of anisy"