“What’s so funny?” Quentin said.
“Marvin Gardenia,” Nate said, and started laughing again.
“Sorry, babe, I don’t get it.”
“Haven’t you ever played Monopoly?”
“Monopoly!—oh, now I get it, Marvin Gardens, right?”
“You’re kind of slow on the uptake this evening,” Nate said. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, but I need to make a phone call.” Quentin looked at his watch. “The guy I want to talk to should be home about now.”
Quentin went to his desk, looked up a number, punched the speaker button on the landline phone, and dialed a number. After a few rings, a voice said, “Hello.”
“Good evening professor,” Quentin said. “This is Quentin Quasar, remember me?”
“How could I possibly forget a name like Quentin Q. Quasar? How can I help you?”
“You know me too well, professor. I’ve stumbled on something really unusual, and I think it might be in your area of interest.”
“You’ve got my attention. Tell me more.”