‘Thanks for stopping,’ she said. ‘My name’s Kelley.’ ‘John,’ he replied, taking one hand off the wheel to shake hands with her. The rough hands of a farm labourer, was her first thought. ‘What are you majoring in, Kelley?’ he asked. ‘Modern American literature.’ ‘There hasn’t been much of that lately,’ he suggested. ‘But then times are a changin’. When I was at Stanford, there were no women on the campus, even at night.’ Kelley was surprised that John had been to Stanford. ‘What degree did you take, sir?’ ‘John,’ he insisted. ‘It’s bad enough
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