（外文电子版资料）Robert Reed - Will Be.pdf

ROBERT REED WILL BE What lies ahead for Robert Reed? The following story should discourage anyone from making such predictions, but well wager that Mr. Reeds next book will be a collection of short stories entitled The Dragons of Springplace. Perhaps it will even be published this April or May. But who can really say for sure? WE WENT TO SCHOOL together. Kindergarten right up through high school. But Marv and me were never what youd call good buddies. In grade school and junior high, I bet we didnt say ten words to each other. In high school, Marv was in one of my gym classes, and because of our last names -- Donner and Dubrook -- we were stuck in the same homeroom. And yeah, sure, our senior year we shared a locker. And thats it. Thats all. Even considering how things are going now, thats all there is to tell. To me, Marvin Donner was this scruffy little blond twit who always had to wear his hair longer than anyone else and who said, Cool, and, Neat, while grinning way too much. The twit loved to smoke that ditch weed. From junior high on, he was our official class doper. The best thing I remember about him is that when we were locker mates, he kept telling me, Dont look behind my books, Steve. Okay? And if youve got to look, dont take any more than you really need. Okay, Marv, I would tell him. Cool. Neat. Thanks. Despite what you hear, a lot of us kids managed to stay sober and clear-headed in the 70s. The occasional beer was it for me. I was this upstanding boy trying to hang out with the college-prep crowd. While Marv Donner was stuck in some blue-collar, pot-haze track. Shop classes and bonehead English, Im guessing. He was already playing the guitar. But back then, every guy tried playing it. We thought gifts liked a man good with his fingers. Marv used to sit outside at lunch, strumming hard and singing little songs that he must have written himself. Must have, because I didnt recognize any of them. And because they werent very