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d that I appreciated all of your prevailing and hell…raising； but it went in one ear and out the other。 Tell them Glenn considers himself a big boy。〃
〃Sure； Glenn。 You're not afraid； are you？〃
〃Not in the least。〃
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HOMAS CALLAHAN was one of Tulane's more popular professors； primarily because he refused to schedule classes before 11 A。M。 He drank a lot； as did most of his students； and for him the first few hours of each morning were needed for sleep； then resuscitation。 Nine and ten o'clock classes were abominations。 He was also popular because he was coolfaded jeans； tweed jackets with well…worn elbow patches； no socks； no ties。 The liberal…chic…academic look。 He was forty…five； but with dark hair and horn…rimmed glasses he could pass for thirty…five； not that he gave a damn how old he looked。 He shaved once a week； when it started itching； and when the weather was cool； which was seldom in New Orleans； he would grow a beard。 He had a history of closeness with female students。
He was also popular because he taught constitutional law； a most unpopular course but a required one。 Due to his sheer brilliance and coolness he actually made con law interesting。 No one else at Tulane could do this。 No one wanted to； really； so the students fought to sit in con law under Callahan at eleven； three mornings a week。
Eighty of them sat behind six elevated rows and whispered as Callahan stood in front of his desk and cleaned his glasses。 It was exactly five after eleven； still too early； he thought。
〃Who understands Rosenberg's dissent in Nash v。 New Jersey？〃 All heads lowered and the room was silent。 Must be a bad hangover。 His eyes were red。 When he started with Rosenberg it usually meant a rough lecture。 No one volunteered。 Nash？ Callahan looked slowly； methodically around the room； and waited。 Dead silence。
The doorknob clicked loudly and broke the tension。 The door opened quickly and an attractive young female in tight washed jeans and a cotton sweater slid elegantly through it and sort of glided along the wall to the third row； where she deftly maneuvered between the crowded seats until she came to hers and sat down。 The guys on the fourth row watched in admiration。 The guys on the fifth row strained for a peek。 For two brutal years now； one of the few pleasures of law school had been to watch as she graced the halls and rooms with her long legs and baggy sweaters。 There was a fabulous body in there somewhere； they could tell。 But she was not one to flaunt it。 She was just one of the gang； and adhered to the law school dress code of jeans and flannel shirts and old sweaters and oversized khakis。 What they wouldn't give for a black leather miniskirt。
She flashed a quick smile at the guy seated next to her； and for a second Callahan and his Nash question were forgotten。 Her dark red hair fell just to the shoulders。 She was that perfect little cheerleader with the perfect teeth and perfect hair that every boy fell in love with at least twice in high school。 And maybe at least once in law school。
Callahan was ignoring this entry。 Had she been a first…year student； and afraid of him； he might have ripped into her and screamed a few times。 〃You're never late for court！〃 was the old standby law professors had beaten to death。
But Callahan was not in a screaming mood； and Darby Shaw was not afraid of him； and for a split second he wondered if anyone knew he was sleeping with her。 Probably not。 She had insisted on absolute secrecy。
〃Has anyone read Rosenberg's dissent in Nash v。 New Jersey？〃 Suddenly； he had the spotlight again； and there was dead silence。 A raised hand could mean constant grilling for the next thirty minutes。 No volunteers。 The smokers on the back row fired up their cigarettes。 Most of the eighty scribbled aimlessly on legal pads。 All heads were bowed。 It would be too obvious and risky to flip through the casebook and find Nash； too late for that。 Any movement might attract attention。 Someone was about to be nailed。
Nash was not in the casebook。 It was one of a dozen minor cases Callahan had hurriedly mentioned a week ago； and now he was anxious to see if anyone had read it。 He was famous for this。 His final exam covered twelve hundred cases； a thousand of which were not in the casebook。 The exam was a nightmare； but he was really a sweetheart； a soft grader； and it was a rare dumbass who flunked the course。
He did not appear to be a sweetheart at this moment。 He looked around the room。 Time for a victim。 〃How about it； Mr。 Sallinger？ Can you explain Rosenberg's dissent？〃
Instantly from the fourth row； Sallinger said： 〃No sir。〃
〃I see。 Might that be because you haven't read Rosenberg's dissent？〃
〃It might。 Yes sir。〃
Callahan glared at him。 The red eyes made the arrogant scowl all the more menacing。 Only Sallinger saw it though； since everyone else was glued to their legal pads。 〃And why not？〃
〃Because I try not to read dissents。 Especially Rosenberg's。〃
Stupid。 Stupid。 Stupid。 Sallinger had opted to fight back； but he had no ammo。
〃Something against Rosenberg； Mr。 Sallinger？〃
Callahan revered Rosenberg。 Worshiped him。 Read books about the man and his opinions。 Studied him。 Even dined with him once。
Sallinger fidgeted nervously。 〃Oh no； sir。 I just don't like dissents。〃
There was a bit of humor in Sallinger's responses； but not a smile was cracked。 Later； over a beer； he and his buddies would roar with laughter when it was told and retold about Sallinger and his distaste for dissents； especially Rosenberg's。 But not now。
〃I see。 Do you read majority opinions？〃
Hesitation。 Sallinger's feeble attempt at sparring was about to cause humiliation。Yes sir。 Lots of them。〃
〃Great。 Explain； then； if you will； the majority opinion in Nash v。 New Jersey。〃
Sallinger had never heard of Nash； but he would now remember it for the rest of his legal career。 〃I don't think I've read that one。〃
So you don't read dissents； Mr。 Sallinger； and now we learn that you also neglect majorities。 What do you read； Mr。 Sallinger； romance novels； tabloids？〃
There was some extremely light laughter from behind the fourth row； and it came from students who felt obligated to laugh but at the same time did not wish to call attention to themselves。
Sallinger； red…faced； just stared at Callahan。
〃Why haven't you read the case； Mr。 Sallinger？〃 Callahan demanded。
〃I don't know。 I； uh； just missed it； I guess。〃
Callahan took it well。 〃I'm not surprised。 I mentioned it last week。 Last Wednesday； to be exact。 It'll be on the final exam。 I don't understand why you would ignore a case that you'll see on the final。〃 Callahan was pacing now； slowly； in front of his desk； staring at the students。 〃Did anyone bother to read it？〃
Silence。 Callahan stared at the floor； and allowed the silence to sink in。 All eyes were down； all pens and pencils frozen。 Smoke billowed from the back row。
Finally； slowly； from the fourth seat on the third row； Darby Shaw lifted her hand slightly； and the class breathed a collective sigh of relief。 She had saved them again。 It was sort of expected of her。 Number two in their class and within striking distance of number one； she could recite the facts and holdings and concurrences and dissents and majority opinions to virtually every case Callahan could spit at them。 She missed nothing。 The perfect little cheerleader had graduated magna cum laude with a degree in biology； and planned to graduate magna cum laude with a degree in law； and then make a nice living suing chemical panies for trashing the environment。
Callahan stared at her in mock frustration。 She had left his apartment three hours earlier after a long night of wine and law。 But he had not mentioned Nash to her。
〃Well； well； Ms。 Shaw。 Why is Rosenberg upset？〃
〃He thinks the New Jersey statute violates the Second Amendment。〃 She did not look at the professor。
〃That's good。 And for the benefit of the rest of the class； what does the statute do？〃
〃Outlaws semiautomatic machine guns； among other things。〃
〃Wonderful。 And just for fun； what did Mr。 Nash possess at the time of his arrest？〃
〃An AK…47 assault rifle。〃
〃And what happened to him？〃
〃He was convicted； sentenced to three years； and appealed。〃 She knew the details。
〃What was Mr。 Nash's occupation？〃
〃The opinion wasn't specific； but there was mention of an additional charge of drug trafficking。 He had no criminal record at the time of his arrest。〃
〃So he was a dope pusher with an AK…47。 But he has a friend in Rosenberg； doesn't he？〃
〃Of course。〃 She was watching him now。 The tension had eased。 Most eyes followed him as he paced slowly； looking around the room； selecting another victim。 More often than not； Darby dominated these lectures； and Callahan wanted a broader participation。
〃Why do you