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Surreptitiously, she glanced at her wristwatch. Only P. Her guest had been inside the house for less than half an hour, but the strain of his visit was such that it seemed much longer. Still Anton was prowling about, snooping. Hadley laughed again, uncertain. Was Anton Kruppev mocking her? He was peering at her, as at her art objects and bookshelves, with an almost hostile intensity; yet she could not help it, so American was her nature, so female, that she was still anxious that he like her, and admire her—if she could be sure that he did, then she would send him away in triumph.
In middle school, they had seemed pitiful—objects of sympathy, charity, and condescension, if not derision. There was a drivenness to them, something that the complacent Americans had initially mistaken for weakness.
In his soiled wool socks, Anton seemed more childlike than aggressive. Hadley supposed that his own living quarters, in university-owned housing, were minimal, cramped, somewhere in the row of subsidized apartments along the river. This is solar room? But now the room was dark and shadowed, and the bright festive colors were almost invisible.
Through the vertical glass panels shone a faint crescent moon, entangled in the tops of the tall pines. You are so very lucky, Hedley.
You know this, yes? For so few people. On each acre of land, it may be one person—the demographics would show. A brash sort of merriment shone in his eyes, widened behind the smudged lenses of his wire-rimmed glasses. He must know, then, she thought. Someone at the co-op has told him. America is the land of opportunity—all that is deserved is not always granted.
Anton peered at her closely. It was as if the biologist were trying to determine the meaning of her words by looking at her. A kind of perverse echolocation—was that the word? Except that Anton was staring. Hadley saw that the pumpkin seed—unless it was a second seed, or a bit of pumpkin gristle—still glistened in his wiry hair, which looked as if it needed shampooing and would be coarse to the touch.
She felt a reckless impulse to pluck the seed out, though she could not risk the intimacy. As if Anton had heard these words, his mood suddenly changed. His smile became startled, less strained. No more. I am trained. You smile, Hedley, but it is so. More firmly, she thanked Anton and told him she had to leave soon.
Anton took a step closer. I would be happy to do this, Hedley. You know this—I am your friend Anton—yes? Hadley began to lead her guest back out into the living room, into the lighted gallery and the foyer near the front door. He followed in her wake muttering to himself—unless he was talking to Hadley, and meant her to hear, to laugh, for it seemed that Anton was laughing, under his breath.
Anton had returned the next morning, and when he was again told no he demanded to speak with the provost—and the university attorney.
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Their offices were near one another in the administration building. He was not such a fool, not to know this! Anton had become excited and someone had called security. He did not yet have his American citizenship—. During this long, breathless, disjointed speech, Hadley had been staring at Anton Kruppev in astonishment.
That after all my work, my effort—I am most hardworking in the lab—our supervisor exploits my good nature. To be used —that is our purpose, to the institute. But you must not indicate that you are in the know. That is good word, good joke, eh? The institute is saying my contract will not be renewed, for the federal grant is ended. And my supervisor has not ever got around to aiding me with my citizenship application—years it has been. Of course, I have been dialtory myself—I have been working so hard in the lab.
Yesterday morning it was, the decision came to me by e-mail. You—you must not smile, Hedley! That is very selfish. That is very selfish and very cruel. The indignant man loomed over Hadley, his angular face hardened with strain. His jaws were clenched. A sweaty-garbagey smell wafted from his heated body. Behind the smudged lenses his eyes were deep-socketed, wary.
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I mean. To dinner in town. Her mistake was in turning away to lead him to the door.