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Things
did
not
slow
down
until
nearly
four
that
afternoon
,
after
Louis
and
Richard
Irving
,
the
head
of
Campus
Security
,
made
a
statement
to
the
press
.
The
young
man
,
Victor
Pascow
,
had
been
jogging
with
two
friends
,
one
of
them
his
fiancee
.
A
car
driven
by
Tremont
Withers
,
twenty-three
,
of
Haven
,
Maine
,
had
come
up
the
road
leading
from
the
Lengyll
Women
's
gymnasium
toward
the
center
of
campus
at
an
excessive
speed
.
Withers
's
car
had
struck
Pascow
and
driven
him
head-first
into
a
tree
.
Pascow
had
been
brought
to
the
infirmary
in
a
blanket
by
his
friends
and
two
passersby
.
He
had
died
minutes
later
.
Withers
was
being
held
pending
charges
of
reckless
driving
,
driving
under
the
influence
,
and
vehicular
manslaughter
.
The
editor
of
the
campus
newspaper
asked
if
he
could
say
that
Pascow
had
died
of
head
injuries
.
Louis
,
thinking
of
that
broken
window
through
which
the
brain
itself
could
be
seen
,
said
he
would
rather
let
the
Penobscot
County
coroner
announce
the
cause
of
death
.
The
editor
then
asked
if
the
four
young
people
who
had
brought
Pascow
to
the
infirmary
in
the
blanket
might
not
have
inadvertently
caused
his
death
.
"
No
,
"
Louis
replied
.
"
Not
at
all
.
Unhappily
,
Mr.
Pascow
was
,
in
my
opinion
,
mortally
wounded
upon
being
struck
.
"
There
were
other
questions
--
a
few
--
but
that
answer
really
ended
the
press
conference
.
Now
Louis
sat
in
his
office
(
Steve
Masterton
had
gone
home
an
hour
before
,
immediately
following
the
press
conference
--
to
catch
himself
on
the
evening
news
,
Louis
suspected
)
trying
to
pick
up
the
shards
of
the
day
--
or
maybe
he
was
just
trying
to
cover
what
had
happened
,
to
paint
a
thin
coating
of
routine
over
it
.
He
and
Charlton
were
going
over
the
cards
in
the
"
Front
file
"
--
those
students
who
were
pushing
grimly
through
their
college
years
in
spite
of
some
disability
.
There
were
twenty-three
diabetics
in
the
front
file
,
fifteen
epileptics
,
fourteen
paraplegics
,
and
assorted
others
:
students
with
leukemia
,
students
with
cerebral
palsy
and
muscular
dystrophy
,
blind
students
,
two
mute
students
,
and
one
case
of
sickle-cell
anemia
,
which
Louis
had
never
even
seen
.
Perhaps
the
lowest
point
of
the
afternoon
had
come
just
after
Steve
left
.
Charlton
came
in
and
laid
a
pink
memo
slip
on
Louis
's
desk
.
Bangor
Carpet
will
be
here
at
9:00
tomorrow
,
it
read
.
"
Carpet
?
"
he
had
asked
.
"
It
will
have
to
be
replaced
,
"
she
said
apologetically
.
"
No
way
the
stain
's
going
to
come
out
,
Doctor
.
"
Of
course
not
.
At
that
point
Louis
had
gone
into
the
dispensary
and
taken
a
Tuinal
--
what
his
first
med
school
roommate
had
called
Tooners
.
"
Hop
up
on
the
Toonerville
Trolley
,
Louis
,
"
he
'd
say
,
"
and
I
'll
put
on
some
Credence
"
More
often
than
not
Louis
had
declined
the
ride
on
the
fabled
Toonerville
,
and
that
was
maybe
just
as
well
;
his
roomie
had
flunked
out
halfway
through
his
third
semester
and
had
ridden
the
Toonerville
Trolley
all
the
way
to
Vietnam
as
a
medical
corpsman
.
Louis
sometimes
pictured
him
over
there
,
stoned
to
the
eyeballs
,
listening
to
Credence
do
"
Run
Through
the
Jungle
.
"
