Fermat's Lost Theorem

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When Rick Hopkins met the new math professor, he felt the sudden conviction that he’d slept with her. Trouble was, he couldn’t remember when.

The faculty lounge was abuzz with people milling about, cocktail glasses and colored napkins in hand. Marsha Selwood stood amid a small knot of professors and assistant profs near the punch bowl while Vince Gardoni, the department head, introduced her around. Tall, blonde, with high cheekbones and green eyes, she would have been the center of attention even if she hadn’t been the guest of honor. The only people in the room who weren’t fawning over her were the other women, and the dozen or so grad students who hovered over the hors d’œuvres, nervously packing away rumaki and canapes as if they were french fries. Rick didn’t recognize half of them, but he supposed their formal clothing accounted for that. Put them in baggy jeans and flannel shirts and they would suddenly become familiar again.

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