September 1998
CHAPTER 42
The start of a new academic year was always hectic, at least for me. Notes, programs, nervous colleagues. New confused students that reminded me of Peter Pan’s lost boys. Maybe I let myself get too involved. Maybe I was investing too much of my life in them. I was trying to give my best. After all, I had always done it. But if on one side they deprived me of everything, from another they gave me confidence and I wouldn’t fail in my commitment. So the new Sorbonne students, like those who had preceded them, would have the best of me.
Geoff reproached me for neglecting my family. But I was good at dividing my time properly. I had been doing it for more than five years now. He had nothing to complain about. I gave him and our children, William and Madeline, all th
