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more time to your work. You are going to have to attend class more regularly. And you are going to have to make up the test you missed.'
              She stares back at him in puzzlement, even shock. You have cut me off from everyone, she seems to want to say. You have made me bear your secret. I am no longer just a student. How can you speak to me like this?
              Her voice, when it comes, is so subdued that he can barely hear: 'I can't take the test, I haven't done the reading.'
              What he wants to say cannot be said, not decently. All he can do is signal, and hope that she understands. 'Just take the test, Melanie, like everyone else. It does not matter if you are not prepared, the point is to get it behind you. Let us set a date. How about next Monday, during the lunch break? That will give you the weekend to do the reading.'
              She raises her chin, meets his eye defiantly. Either she has not understood or she is refusing the opening.
              'Monday, here in my office,' he repeats.
              She rises, slings her bag over her shoulder.
              'Melanie, I have responsibilities. At least go through the motions. Don't make the situation more complicated than it need be.'
              Responsibilities: she does not dignify the word with a reply.
              Driving home from a concert that evening, he stops at a traffic light. A motorcycle throbs past, a silver Ducati bearing two figures in black. They wear helmets, but he recognizes them nevertheless. Melanie, on the pillion, sits with knees wide apart, pelvis arched. A quick shudder of lust tugs him. I have been there! he thinks. Then the motorcycle surges forward, bearing her away.

FIVE
    SHE DOES NOT appear for her examination on Monday. Instead, in his mailbox he finds an official withdrawal card: Student 7710 101SAM Ms M Isaacs has withdrawn from COM 312 with immediate effect.
              Barely an hour later a telephone call is switched through to his office. 'Professor Lurie? Have you a moment to talk? My name is Isaacs, I'm calling from George. My daughter is in your class, you know, Melanie.'
              'Yes.'
              'Professor, I wonder if you can help us. Melanie has been such a good student, and now she says she is going to give it all up. It has come as a terrible shock to us.'
              'I'm not sure I understand.'
              'She wants to give up her studies and get a job. It seems such a waste, to spend three years at university and do so well, and then drop out before the end. I wonder if I can ask, Professor, can you have a chat with her, talk some sense into her?'
              'Have you spoken to Melanie yourself? Do you know what is behind this decision?'
              'We spent all weekend on the phone to her, her mother and I, but we just can't get sense out of her. She is very involved in a play she is acting in, so maybe she is, you know, overworked, overstressed. She always takes things so to heart, Professor, that's her nature, she gets very involved. But if you talk to her, maybe you can persuade her to think again. She has such respect for you. We don't want her to throw away all these years for nothing.'
              So Melanie-Meláni, with her baubles from the Oriental Plaza and her blind spot for Wordsworth, takes things to heart. He would not have guessed it. What else has he not guessed about her?
              'I wonder, Mr Isaacs, whether I am the right person to speak to Melanie.'
              'You are, Professor, you are! As I say, Melanie has such respect for you.'
              Respect? You are out of date, Mr Isaacs. Your daughter lost respect for me weeks ago, and with good reason. That is what he ought to say. 'I'll see what I can do,' he says instead.
              You will not get away with it, he tells himself afterwards. Nor will