Chapter 16
I hate conducting research. Absolutely detest the process. Not the finest trait for a man who envisions himself a future investigative reporter for an influential magazine. But just the idea of having to research a subject, especially one of a personal nature, made my palms sweat and my knees jitter. I loathed the notion of spending hours in a stuffy library, grabbing book after book that, in the long run, may or may not provide the answers I sought.
But Monday morning, I’d lucked out—in spades! Had I received an award for my efforts, I would have definitely thanked Mrs. Beatrice Robbonzi, the blue-haired college librarian, for pointing me in the right direction. The prim-and-proper dame had the patience of a proverbial saint, and when it came to dealing with someone who posse
