Chapter 3For the past month I’d been too busy working on my dissertation to find someone to replace Frederick, the last in the long line of men I’d let have me. I was about to take a break and change that when Father contacted me.
“You’re having dinner with your mother and me,” he informed me.
“You do realize I’m in Haslet, don’t you?” Haslet was the university town in Delaware where Coombe was located.
“I’m aware of that. Must I repeat myself?”
“No, sir.” I glanced at the watch on my right wrist. The drive would take more than four hours.
“Very well. And pack a bag. Your mother will expect you to stay overnight.”
“I have a class tomorrow.”
“Pack a bag,” he repeated.
“Yes, sir.” I knew it was useless to bring up any further objections. If I left now, I should arrive in Darien in ti
