CHAPTER TEN
It was Grayson’s day off today, which meant he had to clean the trailer and do laundry before Wyatt came over in the evening.
Grayson staggered into his bedroom and dropped a huge armful of clothes onto the bed. He sat beside it, sorting out socks and trying to match them, then sorted the shirts that needed to go on hangers.
While his hands were busy, his mind kept circling back to the photograph. When he’d been in university, he hadn’t done much original research. The master’s students had not been encouraged to. Doing it would mean building a body of research that had never been done before. It would require professors to deal with sources they’d never heard of, new theoretical ideas, or maybe even new methodologies. That would mean extra work and time for faculty—work the
