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“What should I do?” I asked Dr. Whitfield.
“I don’t know.”
“I mean, this is real, right? I know it is. I’ve been there a bunch of times. It’s real.”
“Let’s say it’s real,” Dr. Whitfield answered.
“So what should I do?” I said. “I mean, do I need to tell someone? Besides you?”
“That’s really up to you.”
He seemed like a really nice guy. Kind of like Mr. Dobosh, but more, I don’t know—authoritative. Like he knew more. But not pushy. Not arrogant. Just comfortable being smart.
“Can I ask you something?” I said. Maybe it was impertinent, but I still wanted to know.
“Go ahead.”
“What happened between you and Professor Hawkins?”
Dr. Whitfield laughed. “Ah, the Hawk. An interesting man, don’t you think?”
“I’ve read every one of his books,” I said.
“So have I,” Dr. Whitfield told m
