Гарри Кемельман - Tuesday The Rabbi Saw Red

"I met him the day I got back, he was at the Sorensons' party."

"Oh?"

"And I’ve seen quite a bit of him since,” she added offhandedly.

But he wasn't fooled. "He complained about his treatment here?"

"No, it wasn't that,” she said. "But when I happened to refer to him as chairman of the English Department, he made a point of correcting me and explained he was only acting chairman." She paused. "If you know anything against him. Father, I'd like to hear it."

Realizing that her interest was more than impersonal concern for a faculty member, he began cautiously. "He has a good degree. Harvard. I think, and I understand he's published some. But when you've been at this game as long as I have, you get a kind of feeling about faculty people. In the last ten years, before coming here, he's had three different jobs, and why would he come here at all? We're a small college, not too well known, with that kind of background he should have been able to wangle a job at one of the prestige colleges by this time."

"Your precious Malkowitz came here."

"Ah, but we went after him and made it worth his while. Professor Hendryx, on the other hand, came to us, and at midyears."

"Maybe he prefers a small college, a lot of men do."

He nodded. "But his last job was at a small college— Jeremiah Logan College in Tennessee. Why didn't he stay there?"

"Just because it's in Tennessee. I suppose, any New Englander is apt to feel like a fish out of water in a small Southern town."

"True," he acknowledged, "and it's what I thought until I bumped into the chancellor of Jeremiah Logan at the College Presidents Association meeting last year. I mentioned Hendryx. Now you know, these days an administrator, any employer for that matter, has to be very careful of what he says about a former employee. You can be sued if you say something you know perfectly well but can't prove, that's why we don't pay too much attention to the run-of-the-mill recommendation, well, this man from Jeremiah Logan was even more cautious than most, but I was able to gather that Hendryx had been in some trouble down there— about a girl, one of the coeds."

"I know all about that,” she said calmly. "She was a cheap little whore, the original sweetheart of Sigma Chi— and all the other fraternities."

"He told you all this? Why?"

"Because we're interested in each other,” she said, getting to her feet.

"Betty, the man called him an over-sexed—"

"Well, I could do with a little of that after Malcolm."

"Betty!"

"Look Dad. I might as well tell you. John and I are going to be married."

He stared at her."Don't look so shocked, and I'm not going to be put off just because a man of forty is not celibate. Now, aren't you going to wish me good luck?"

"But with a coed!"

"Big enough, old enough. You don't suppose your coeds here at Windemere are all innocent virgins, do you?"

"No, of course not,” he said. "But I still cannot approve of male members of the faculty— well— having relations— that is, taking advantage of their position to— why— seduce female members of the student body." He started again. "Look Betty, I'm as modern about these things as any man my age can be. But it's not right for a faculty member— I mean Just from the point of view of fairness, because he can take advantage of his position. If nothing else, think what it indicates of his character."

"Fairness! Character!" She gave a hard laugh. "Dad, let me clue you in on the facts of life in the seventies. Sex is a woman's business; it's her specialty, her field of concentration. If any affairs are going on at Windemere between faculty and student, and I'm sure there are. believe me, it's something that the girl has initiated and is managing, and she'll usually be the one who terminates it when she finds someone else or has decided she's had enough. Now this affair of John's down at Logan, and others he's probably had at the other places he taught, well, he might think they were his doing but you can bet that in each case it was the girl's."

"Betty, we you having an affair with him?"

"Dad, you're sweet. No, I'm not, but it's just because it hasn't developed that way— not yet, anyway. Have I shocked you?" She looked at him in amusement.

"Do you love this man. Betty?"

"I'm not a teenager with a crush, if that's what you mean. I find him attractive, he's good-looking and intelligent."

"But you've only just met him. You don't really know him."

"Yes, and I practically grew up with Malcolm and see what happened," she said. "I’ve known John for almost two months now. It's long enough."

"Just because you made a mistake once—"

"I'm thirty-five and John is forty. Our backgrounds are similar, he comes of an old New England family, and he's unattached, he's the most eligible man around. If I wait. I'll end up marrying some widower with a couple of kids who's looking for a housekeeper to work without pay— if I'm lucky, as for any affairs he's had with some silly little coeds, well, if he hadn't had any, then I'd have cause to worry. What else can a bachelor professor in a small college town do? Would you rather have him make time with the wives of his colleagues?"

"Most men marry."

"Then he wouldn't be available to me. Look Dad. I'm going to marry him. Right now we're keeping it quiet because he has some silly idea people won't understand, but make up your mind to it. Don't worry, Dad,” she hugged him impulsively. "I know you'll like him once you get to know him better."

"Has Billy met him yet?" he said. "As a matter of fact, we're driving up to see him Saturday morning. I'm sure he and Billy will get along fine."

"And what about your plans for the future?"

"That depends on you,” she said. "John would like to stay on here, but he considers his present position as acting chairman demeaning. When the last bulletin passed him over, he was going to resign, but I persuaded him to wait. If he does decide to leave, we could live for a while on the little money Mother left me while he looks around for another job. I suggested it, but he's too proud to accept it. But if he's given tenure and appointed permanent chairman, we could get married right away, and then we'd go on living here."

"But that has to be by a vote of the trustees."

"Have they ever turned down a single recommendation of yours?"

"No— o."

"Please. Dad!" She looked as anxious as a child, and what did he really know to Hendryx's discredit? Still, it went against the grain to use the authority of his position in a purely family matter. On the other hand. Betty wasn't the only one. Dean Hanbury had urged him to make the promotion, so it probably would work to the benefit of the department and the school. "Well, perhaps I'll talk to Dean Hanbury," he said tentatively.

She knew she had won. "Oh thanks. Dad." She gave him another kiss. "When will you see her?"

He thumbed through his pocket diary. "Let's see, tomorrow is Friday. I don't have anything on for the morning." He made a note. "Friday the thirteenth. You superstitious?" He smiled at her. "I'll see her tomorrow morning."

She blew him a kiss and then hurried up the stairs. "I’ve got to change."

"I thought you were going to stay in tonight...."

"Oh, but I want to tell John the good news."

They couldn't use Abner Selzer's place because his roommate had the flu, and Yance Allworth and Mike O'Brien both lived at home. So they had agreed to meet at Judy Ballantine's pad even though it was way to hell and gone on the other side of town, in the West End, at least, they would not be disturbed. Besides, since this Judv was shacking up with Ekko, two of the five were already there, she lived three flights up in a tenement house that real estate gougers had prettied up with tiled shower stalls and cabinet kitchenettes and a few sticks of furniture so that they could charge an arm and a leg to students, nurses, and interns at the Mass General Hospital, who couldn't find anyplace else.