Название: Going Nuclear
Автор: Stephen Hart
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Зарубежная драматургия
isbn: 9781456620745
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After a second lap around the campus, Arthur turned off in the direction of a bar that one of his new co-workers had mentioned, Frankie’s, supposedly a good place to meet young women. He pulled into the parking lot, cut the engine, and got out of the car. So, what kind of girls go to Notre Dame bars? He wondered. He straightened his tie and put his sport coat back on. Inside the bar, two dozen or so young men, obviously students, were drinking and talking. “Magic Carpet Ride” was playing on the jukebox. And to Arthur’s disappointment, there were only two girls in the whole place, both of whom were accompanied by guys. So much for jumping into the fast lane, Arthur thought. He climbed onto a stool at the end of the bar, wondering if he would ever feel at home in South Bend.
Five minutes later, as he stared at the half-empty beer glass in front of him, two young women walked in and sat down on two stools next to his.
“I can’t believe only five people turned out today,” complained the young woman closest to him, a thin red-haired girl in bell-bottom jeans, a tie-dye tee shirt, and sandals. She dropped a handful of fliers down on the bar.
“I know,” the second young woman echoed. She had dark hair but wore nearly the same attire as her friend. “The Dow recruiters will be right here on campus in November and nobody cares. I don’t know what to say.”
Arthur turned to the girls and asked, “Why would anyone care?”
The girls looked back at him but said nothing. Arthur suddenly felt very conspicuous. He had no reason to think they would answer his question or even acknowledge him, and his coat and tie certainly didn’t help. Feeling that he must look like a freshly minted establishment icon hot off the assembly line, Arthur desperately wanted to tell the girls that his appearance was misleading, that he knew they were talking about protesting the war, that he had protested against the war himself at the University of Illinois, that he simply wanted to join their conversation. He felt his face turning crimson but was afraid to look away, afraid he would lose the girls if he did.
“Who are you?” the brunette asked at last.
“Arthur, Arthur Weiss.”
“Are you a professor?” the girl with red hair asked.
“No, I work at the Radiation Lab.”
“Are you sure you’re not just a student after a job interview?” the brunette gibed, eyeing his tie.
“No, I received my PhD from the University of Illinois last spring. This was my first day on the job. I didn’t know what to wear, so I wore a coat and tie. I think I overdressed a little.” Arthur cleared his throat. “So why would anyone care about recruiters from Dow showing up on campus?”
“Have you been living under a rock?” the brunette asked.
“Dow Chemical makes napalm, in case you didn’t know,” the redhead added. “It burns and kills everything it comes in contact with, including the people in Vietnam it’s dropped on.” She scanned Arthur’s face for a reaction.
“Of course—I’m well aware of that,” Arthur replied. “But what good does demonstrating against Dow do? People have picketed Dow for years. Napalm is still being dropped every day.”
“We can’t just give up,” the redhead insisted, raising her voice somewhat. “Producing napalm is a way for Dow to make easy money, blood money. We want everyone to know what they’re doing. We want everyone to boycott their regular products. We’re not going to give up until they stop.”
“Yes, I know, but—”
A deep male voice interrupted the conversation. “Would you two young ladies like to join my friends and me at that table over there?” A huge young man with a crew cut planted one hand on the bar between Arthur and the redhead. With his back to Arthur, he nearly let his flexed triceps rest against Arthur’s chest. Arthur said nothing, despite a strong urge to jump up and shove the young man backwards across the room.
“No,” the redhead said firmly. “We’re just having a drink, and then we’re going to go.” His hand still on the bar, the young man turned and sneered at Arthur. After a long second, he skulked back to his table. Arthur wanted to smash the overgrown bastard with a chair or something, but he didn’t want any problems with the campus police. And to be honest, the guy looked big and strong enough to easily put Arthur away.
“Those guys are something else,” the redhead groaned. “They think they own this town.”
“Well, they do, in a sense,” the brunette said, smiling.
“Football players?” Arthur asked.
“Notre Dame football players,” the brunette answered. “They think every girl in South Bend wants them.”
“You have to admit they have their share of groupies,” the redhead noted. “And they do like to party.”
“That’s right,” laughed the brunette. “Sometimes they get drunk, get up on the tables, drop their pants, and moon everyone.”
Arthur looked taken aback.
“Welcome to Notre Dame,” the redhead said, grinning at him.
Arthur looked directly at the girls. “You never told me your names,”
“Donna Will,” the redhead replied. “And this is Sandy Swenson.”
“Glad to meet you.”
“So, you moved here to work at the Radiation Lab?” Donna asked.
Arthur noticed that her eyes were taking in everything about him as she talked. “Right. Like I said, this is my first day. I still have unpacking to do.”
“Does that mean you’re an eccentric scientist or something?” Donna pressed, continuing to smile at him.
“A radiation chemist.” Arthur answered with a shrug. “It’s an interesting area, at least to me.” He looked back into her eyes.
“Where are you from originally?” she asked.
“Everywhere. I grew up in the military. СКАЧАТЬ