Mona wanted to say another kind platitude, but Dr. Conlin didn’t seem to need it. His nonchalant stance suddenly bloomed into utter delight. A Cheshire cat-like grin poked out from his greying beard. He bounced on the balls of his feat, almost joyful.
“You should appreciate this, too. The irony of it.”
“I should?”
“Yeah, the former English major in you. Research on ownership was destroyed? Amazing. This is so wonderfully poetic I’m inclined to write a paper on it and get it published. I don’t exactly know where, but I suppose I could depend on you for that.”
Mona tried to feign a smile. Ever since she had resigned herself from running experiments, she knew she’d still have to do some kind of work for him. Maybe not the lucrative stuff that got her a line on her CV or an acknowledgment
