Chapter Twenty-SixThe Strada Institute, Zurich, July 1994
“So, Margherita, all goes well with you, I see. This institute has become a truly wondrous place, a beacon for the research you always wanted to do. People from around the world respect and honour you for the work you are doing here. You are to be congratulated.”
Margherita Dumas nodded in appreciation. It had been some time since she'd seen Renaud in person, though they kept in regular contact by telephone. The two doctors were still bound by the ties of years ago, and though Dumas would have preferred it if she had never seen Renaud again, she knew it was necessary that they meet from time to time. Indeed, it was she who had asked him to attend this meeting at her pristine research facility on the outskirts of the beautiful city
