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“Here’s the deal,” he said at last, turning back to De
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“What?” Will said, astonished at De
“I’m just saying that if you really considered me a friend, you’d help me in some way.”
“I offered to tutor you—”
“In a very limited way,” De
“What?” Will asked him, still bewildered by this turn.
“A lie,” De
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But even as those thoughts bounced around in his head, Will knew that he was probably wrong. The hateful look in De
Taking his place at the computer again, Will realized that he had probably lost a friend, for good.
But on the bright side, it gave him that much more time to study.
Chapter 27
The next day dawned clear and warm over San Francisco. This was the kind of day that, before the advent of climate control technology, had been so rare here that it brought the residents outside in droves. Even now, when everyone knew that the weather could be manipulated to a large extent, there was something about such a lovely late spring day that people were tempted to skip their responsibilities and lounge about in the sun.
Will Riker was not one of those people. He appreciated nice weather as much as anyone—growing up in Alaska made one particularly appreciative of warm, su
Over lunch, he recounted De
“Will!” she exploded when he finished. “He’s your friend! I can’t believe you treated him like that!”
Will shrugged. “What was I supposed to do, Felicia? Throw away my own career for his? Cheat for him? How would that help?”
“You could have helped him out in some way,” she insisted.
“I offered. He didn’t want it. It was everything or nothing, as far as he was concerned.”
“Still.
“Are you going to tutor him?” Will asked.
“He hasn’t asked me to.”
“But he might. What if he does? And you could always volunteer, you know. Are you willing to spend hours every day helping him catch up?”
“Maybe it won’t really take that long,” she said. “Maybe he’s exaggerating the situation.”
“Maybe,” Will admitted. “But I don’t think so. It seems like he knows what his own position is, and it’s pretty precarious.”
“Even so,” Felicia said, anger still simmering in her voice and body language, “you ought to do what you can to help him out. Friendships are important, Will. Relationships are important. You can’t just turn a friend away like that.”
“Felicia,” Will said, feeling suddenly helpless. “I told you, I offered to do what I could. It just wasn’t as much as De
She nodded. “And then, instead of negotiating something in between, you just let him walk out the door. Have you seen him today?”
“No,” Will replied.
“Don’t you think you should find him? Make sure he’s okay?”
“If you had seen him last night, Felicia ... he turned into an iceberg, like our entire friendship rested on that one question, and when I said no, then it was just over. I don’t feel like it’s my place to track him down. If he wants to find me and apologize, he knows where I live.”
Felicia had folded her arms across her chest and looked toward where the brook cut through a sward of grassy lawn, instead of at Will. “You disappoint me, Will,” she said. “Truly.” She rose, then, and walked away from the table, leaving Will with the remains of their lunch. “I guess I’ll talk to you later,” she called back as she left.
Will genuinely didn’t know what he was supposed to say to that. Hadn’t he made the best offer he could to De
Professor Knudsen was, Will believed, one of the best lecturers he’d had during his time at the Academy. She paced the front of the room as she talked, a slight, blonde figure in tailored civilian clothes, speaking with a heavy Scandinavian accent, stopping from time to time to accentuate a point with a jabbing finger or a fist punching the palm of her other hand. She knew her material, which was the history of the Federation’s first contacts with alien races, inside and out, and never needed notes when she lectured. Normally Will took pleasure in watching her. Her utter command of the subject matter was inspiring and she made it seem important and valuable.
But today he couldn’t even focus on what she was saying. He kept ru