Odds tried to place the voices and couldn’t. He wanted to hear more about the ‘takeover’ they were discussing and he didn’t particularly like being referred to as a bitch. He had voted for Earl.
‘Ya gotta be tough to deal wit’ Calhoun, man. You know what happened to Peabody las’ year,’ the voice went on. ‘He bullshitted an’ Tommed jus’ like Thomas an’ in the end didn’ nuthin’ git done.’
‘As usual,’ someone added.
‘An’ Baker’s gonna mess with Calhoun?’ Odds asked entering the room.
‘Whuss happ’nin’? … Fuckin’ right!’ The speaker went on. He was a tall, bearded boy wearing sunglasses. ‘Baker’ll git over.’
‘Kin I git a match?’ Odds asked.
‘Yo, bruh. I got one,’ a second student with sunglasses offered.
‘Did’joo see the thing today when MJUMBE got it together? They came out on that platform bad wit’ capital letters!’
‘I didn’ dig it, man,’ Odds admitted. ‘What happened?’
‘Man,’ came the enthusiastic reply. ‘You missed a helluva thing. Lemme tell you. All day long they was announcin’ this meetin’ for fo’ o’clock in fronta the SUB, right? Nobody knows who’s callin’ it or what it’s about. So at four bells damn near the whole school is millin’ ’roun’ in front a the platform steps leadin’ t’the SUB, but the only thing there is a mike. No people. Up through the crowd comes Baker and King an’ them. They all dressed in black dashikis with gold trim. All five of ’um got bald heads except my man from New York, whuss his name? Abul. Abul Menka. You know that dude wit’ the big ’fro an’ the T-bird? … well, they read out this list a deman’s, grievances that they got t’gether for the Head Nigger an’ they say they gonna lay the shit on ’im t’night. That mean this muthafuckuh gonna be jumpin’ in the mornin,’ Jim.’
‘Or not,’ Odds said. ‘What did Earl Thomas have to say?’
‘Nuthin’, man. I didn’ even see him. What could he say? Iss all true. Most a the shit is stuff he been sayin’ he wuz gittin’ t’gether, but he ain’ done nuthin’.’
Odds already knew where Earl had been. Chances were that Baker had known too. Earl seldom came on campus on Wednesday since he didn’t have a class. For a second Odds was tempted to point this out to the students in the room, but he decided that there would be little reason. He wanted to tell them that Earl had been trying to get things together too, but his association with Earl would have made everything sound like a mere cop out.
‘Later,’ he said, sliding back out into the hall. Echoes of the discussion followed Odds back into his room, but his mind was far away. What should he do? Call Earl? No. Earl probably wouldn’t be at home by now. What time was it? Just past seven his watch told him. The best thing would be to try and find Earl and get something started. Started? Ended? Stopped?
It was at that moment that Odds thought of Lawman. Lawman was a good friend. He was surprised, as he thought about it, that Lawman had not called him. If ever there was a guy who could sort out a political mess it was the ever-serious pre-law major.
Odds grabbed a dime from the top of his desk and padded back out into the darkened hall. Quickly he uncradled the receiver and dropped a dime into the pay phone. He turned the dial seven times and waited. The phone rang twice.
‘Hullo?’
‘Hello. Lawman?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Look, brother. This is Odds. We got problems. Have you heard?’
‘’Bout what?’
‘As near as I can tell Baker an’ his knuckleheads took over Earl’s program this afternoon an’ s’pose to be goin’ to Calhoun’s t’night.’
‘Goddamn!’ Lawman breathed. ‘When did this happen?’
‘This afternoon. Were you on campus?’
‘I had a one o’clock class. I went to it an’ then I split.’
‘You didn’ hear?’
‘Nuthin, man. I met this bitch over here at two. She was talkin’ ’bout calculus, but you know better than that.’
‘Yeah. I know ’bout what got calculated …’
‘Where were you?’
‘In bed. Man, I had me a ass-kickin’ chest cold all week.’
‘You sound like it. Where’s Earl?’
‘You got me. Out makin’ like a hero I guess.’
‘Tryin’ to carry it by himself too. He didn’t call me.’ Lawman was thoughtful. ‘Whew! Man, this is too much. I can hardly get this shit together.’
‘I know.’
‘Where you at?’ Lawman asked.
‘In the dorm.’
‘Let’s get together an’ talk this over. I was jus’ sittin’ down to eat when you buzzed. You want to come over here and have a bite to eat?’
‘No grit, man. I figger with a half-gallon of Esso Extra or something I might be able to deal … why don’ you meet me at O’Jay’s ’bout eight o’clock?’
‘All right,’ Lawman agreed. They hung up.
Odds scuffled back down the hall to his room and prepared to wash up and brush his teeth. He was no longer concerned with the nagging cough and chest cold that had kept him in bed.
The Lawman turned back to a small pot of soup and the slices of ham that rimmed his plate. His small one-room apartment was a mess. Records were scattered all over the floor near his record player. The books he had been attempting to deal with when the young woman arrived earlier in the afternoon were still open and loose-leaf notes from his notebook had blown onto the floor. His small army cot in the corner was a disarranged mess with the stained sheets from three hours of love-making tangled up at the foot of the bed. He stepped over to the sink next to the hot plate and rinsed his mouth out and splashed his face with a double handful of cold water.
‘Rraugh!’ he snorted as the water shocked his circled, reddened eyes. He felt around the wall for the wrinkled towel and rubbed his face roughly when he ripped it from the rack.
‘Fuck!’ he cursed out loud. Then he sat down to eat.
Earl’s green Oldsmobile wheeled through the open gates at the mouth of the university. The arch stretching between two twenty-foot-high stone pillars announced: SUTTON UNIVERSITY. A small wooden plaque nailed into one of the columns noted that the arch had been donated by the class of 1939.
Fifty feet from the gate was a huge oval flower bed, containing now, in autumn, only dead reminders of the blazing color that had decorated the front of Sutton’s administration building from early spring until late summer. An arrow in front of the flower bed pointed all traffic to the right, around the famous circle that emptied into a large parking lot.
Earl drove slowly past the