CHAPTER 33
Peter had agreed to my request with enthusiasm. He wouldn’t be able to offer me a professional judgment, not being a scholar, but I didn’t care. I trusted him, the sensitivity I had rediscovered in him, our intimacy, not only physical but also emotional, mental. I had found a kindred spirit even if belonging to a completely different world from mine.
So, once I fixed my notes and rewrote the story to the point I got to already, I entrusted Peter with my fictional biography of John Keats. I had continued to work only at home, away from the prying eyes that circulated in the university.
I never expected to find Geoff there, a few weeks later, right in front of the main entrance. I couldn’t ignore him and besides it seemed obvious that he was waiting for me.
‘Hi, Geoff...’ I di
