We drove through some immortal gateway and McGill moderated his speed.
He pulled up in front of a darkened building and we climbed the steps.
It seemed cooler here and the wind was very strong. McGill tried the
door, but it was locked. Then he felt in his pocket and swore.
"No key?" I asked.
He shook his head and then shook the door, and went through his pockets
again. I reached forward and shook the door, too. The lock clicked
and we went in. I made an apologetic gesture and McGill raised his
eyebrows.
We climbed a flight of stairs, all dark except for a faint glow that
came in from the campus lights, and then along an echoing hallway to
an office in which were Molly and some unimportant items, among them a
desk radio that she turned off as we came in.
She gave me her professional nurse's smile and I sat down next her.
Molly's professional nurse's smile is not a phony "Everything's going
to be all right," but a signal. It's supposed to mean "Never mind what
these cretins are saying about you. You're okay."