As Dr. Crockett had promised, a few weeks later Woody was able to pick up his diploma at the Neuroscience Department’s main office. It looked like a thousand other doctoral diplomas, or at least it did to everyone but himself. This was his ticket to a professorship at a prestigious university, to grant money for research, to fellowship money for a book. His career was launched! He had it framed and took it over to Candi’s so she could admire it. That night, they played Risk with Tiff and Sandra. Woody was well on his way to world domination when his phone rang. It was Crockett, who apologized for calling late. “Not at all, sir,” said Woody politely. “How can I help you?” “I need to talk with you.” “All right. When?” “Well, as a matter of fact, right now. I’m in my office. Can you come over?” “I guess so. What’s this about, Dr.
