‘The finest geographical mind this century has seen? Don’t be silly! They’ll love him! His students always loved him. You ask Tyrone.’
‘I just don’t want to trouble him. He’s retired. He deserves a break.’
‘Are you kidding? He’s been aching to rummage around in young minds again. “I’d put things in order,” he says. “Turn ‘em into real geographers.”’ She imitated him so well that I gave a startled laugh. ‘That’s settled, then,’ she went on. ‘Lenny will teach for you. We can find your schedule on the department website. Don’t worry, he’ll do fine. You won’t recognise your students when you get back. Where’s your bag, by the way?’
‘At my parents’ place.’
‘Hm. You’ll have to go back there tonight anyway, or else they’ll worry. I know how parents worry—I caused mine a few nights of lost sle
