There were at least five hundred people at this wedding reception, Rock figured. It was at a college in a desert setting, perhaps in New Mexico. He was there with his father, whom he had not seen in at least an hour.
Rock knew no one else at the party, though he struck up a conversation with a bearded, balding man who he estimated was in his mid-thirties. It began shortly after Rock found a room tucked away in an administration building, central to the party, which had in it little more than a couch and two chairs aimed at an old, nineteen-inch analog television on a small bracket attached to a wall. He directed his new acquaintance to the room.
"I guess this is a hideaway for the chancellor," Rock said. "I wonder why they don't have a big, flat-screen television back here?"
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