Chapter 7Except for the issued and then retracted invitation to Nigel Brewster’s home for supper, by the second week in November, Adam hadn’t been asked to the home of any of his English Department colleagues. It wasn’t that they were homophobic, or even that they were unfriendly. They were simply busy with their professional lives, and, he assumed, with their private lives as well. There were several single people on the junior faculty, at the instructor and assistant professor level, but few of the men and women of his own age, at the level at which he’d been hired, were unmarried. Or, for all he knew, cohabiting.
He had picked up an interesting tidbit from Bruce Evans one day as they finished discussing the second chapter of his dissertation.
The younger man was just shoving his copy
