Chapter 24
Mileva
Professor Henrik Martin Weber was pacing in front of the chalkboard expounding on the principles of physics when the worn brass doorknob rattled. The heads of the five young men in his class turned as one toward the door. It opened to reveal a tiny girl in her middle-twenties dressed in a starched white shirtwaist and dark-blue trumpet skirt standing in the doorway looking very nervous. A collective gasp rippled through the classroom. What was a girl doing in the hallowed halls of the Swiss Federal Polytechnic?
When the girl was not forthcoming, the professor cleared his throat. “Can I help you?”
With a faint, shaky voice the girl responded, “Oh, uh, yes. I am Mileva Maric, sir.”
“How very nice for you,” the professor responded haughtily. A snicker escaped from one o
