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We never told Ruhaba about that excursion to the gun range.
Why didn't I tell her? Because, when I dropped the boy home after the shooting range, she told me the federal agents had come calling again. They had made inquiries about whether the boy went to campus. She had said No. They asked whether she knew anything about the threats to the university. She said No, that she was on the other side, working to protect the threatened. They had seemed satisfied by the responses to the threat but also looked disapproving about her activities. Then, a bunch of sweet-faced white students had arrived, to make posters. The FBI agents waved at them and left.