Chapter Nine
A Dinner Party
The following Saturday at five in the afternoon they left Manhattan on the way to Madison, New Jersey, where Professor Frederickson and his wife lived. Also in attendance, she learned would be a graduate student and his wife and a woman doctor. “I don’t know any of them,” Roger said, “but I am told they are like-minded people.”
“What do you mean ‘like-minded’?”
“I mean they share our interest in the black arts. I believe I already mentioned that possibility.”
“Is that what we’re going to talk about?”
He smiled. “Not necessarily. We talk about other things, don’t we?” Roger said nothing further on the subject and Eve awaited the occasion consumed by curiosity mingled with apprehension. It was a lovely drive, the fall colors being at their peak. Over the las
