Chapter 11
1891, Spring Term, Cambridge
“I think we need to think about our relationship a bit and define it,” Raphael said, staring down into a book. It was a rare occasion that they were studying alone together.
The hair prickled on Leander’s neck; his chest and stomach tightened. He tried to remain calm. “What needs to be defined?”
“What I mean is, I guess we need to think about our future and what that might bring. I mean, we’re at the end of our third year. After next, we’ll be done and probably be assigned to opposite ends of the country.”
“Or,” Leander said, “we could ask Father John to help get us assigned closer together.” He knew once again where the conversation was headed and took a deep breath. “Raphael, what is going on?”
“Well…nothing really…it’s—”
“Ray, put the book
