“Yes, I know, but is he—is he a young man or a fossil?”
“About twenty-eight, I believe. Haven’t seen him yet?”
“No, I’ve got a date at seven-thirty to fix up my schedule. I’m glad he’s youngish. And how about Wyatt?”
“You won’t like him. ‘Alick’s’ a tartar. But you won’t have him more than four hours a week. He’s English Lit.”
“Do you have McKnight, too?”
“For adviser? No, ‘Cheese’ is my ‘nurse.’ He’s French. You don’t have him until next year.”
“Is Cheese his real name, or—”
“Parks, Charles Parks. They call him ‘Charlie’ sometimes.”
“Do they all have pet names?” asked Clif.