When I returned to my dorm, Ray Stratton was there. He and I slept in the same room. Ray was playing cards with some of his football-playing friends. 'Hullo, Ollie,' said Ray. 'How many goals did you score?' 'I scored one, and I made one,' I answered. 'With Cavilleri?' 'That's none of your business!' I replied quickly. 'Who's Cavilleri?' asked one of the footballers. 'Jenny Cavilleri. Studies music. Plays the piano with the Music Group.' 'What does she play with Barrett?' Everyone laughed. 'Get lost!' I said as I entered my room. There I took off my shoes, lay back on my bed and telephoned Jenny's dormitory. 'Hey, Jen . . .' I said softly. 'Yes?' 'I think I'm in love with you.' She was silent for a few moments. Then she answered, very softly: 'Oliver, you're crazy.' I wasn't unhappy. Or surprised.