The ringing phone began to sound like a mad song before someone mercifully answered. Far down the hall, I was in my dorm room that night with a coed, trying to stay focused on her bare skin. Moments later, a rap on my door, a curious pause, and then the knock intensified to a thundering, which scared the poor girl so that she nearly fell off of me.

"What is it? Im busy. Cant you see the necktie on the doorknob?"

"Henry Day?" On the other side of the door, a voice cracked and trembled. "Its your mother on the telephone."

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