Don Cort, sitting in the back seat of the car with the redhead from the club car, asked, "Cavalier?"
"The college. The institute, really; it's not accredited. What did you say your name was, miss?"
"Jen Jervis," she said. "Geneva Jervis, formally."
"Miss Jervis. I'm Civek. You know Mr. Cort, I suppose."
The girl smiled sideways. "We have a nodding acquaintance." Don nodded and grinned.
"There's plenty of room in the dormitories," Civek said. "People don't exactly pound on the gates and scream to be admitted to Cavalier."
"Are you connected with the college?" Don asked.
"Me? No. I'm the mayor of Superior. The old town's really come up in the world, hasn't it?"
"Overnight," Geneva Jervis said. "If what Mr. Cort and the fireman say is true. I haven't seen the edge myself."
"You'll have a better chance to look at it in the morning," the mayor said, "if we don't settle back in the meantime."