Twenty-one teen-agers in T shirts and jeans are sitting around a big, doughnut-shaped table. They are all sneaking glances at the short, plump, balding man seated in their midst. "He's awfully old," whispers Stacie Stockman, with a toss of her head. "I was hoping for someone younger. I would like to think we could change his mind." Schoolmate James Perkins nods knowingly: "Yeah, his ideas are probably set in concrete."
Until now, the object of discussion has appeared immobile, his eyes half closed. Suddenly he springs into action, sharply rapping a pencil on the...
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