the university magazine? Didn't she know who I was?
'Hey, don't you know who I am?'
'Yes,' she answered. 'You're the man who owns Barrett
Hall.'
She didn't know who I was.
'I don't own Barrett Hall,' I argued. 'My great-grandfather
gave it to Harvard, that's all.'
'So that's why his not-so-great grandson could get into
Harvard so easily!'
I was angry now. 'Jenny, if I'm no good, why did you want
me to invite you for coffee?'
She looked straight into my eyes and smiled.
'I like your body,' she said.
Every big winner has to be a good loser too. Every good
Harvard man knows that. But it's better if you can win. And
so, as I walked with Jenny to her dormitory, I made my
winning move.
'Listen, Friday night is the Dartmouth hockey match.'
'So?'
'So I'd like you to come.'
These Radcliffe girls, they really care about sport. 'And
why', she asked, 'should I come to a stupid ice-hockey
match?'
'Because I'm playing,' I answered.
There was a moment's silence. I think I heard snow
falling.
'For which team?' she said.