Chapter Eleven
Thomas pulled from sleep at the sound of the ringing doorbell. It was late in the morning, another day in a week of days off. He thought his hours would go by fast with so many projects he’d shelved for lack of time awaiting him. A vacation at home to pursue these tasks undisturbed was real freedom for a man constantly in demand. He would have plenty of time unfettered by students, university politics and squabbles, and even his wife, who he’d given to his colleague for a week of ‘s****l tests’. He liked to think of her stay at Hickory Manor as therapy. Even though the treatment was unconventional, he intuitively felt that it was the only way to cure Marianne of her demons. If not cure, at least help her accept them. And the matter would remain private. Friedrich and his as
