An unexpected knock on the door and Heather jumped. Suzanne poked her head in and said, "I thought I saw a light on. You"re not working late again? You need to take a break from this stuffy little room of yours. Go and get some air."
"I don"t need any air."
"Still not listening to reason then."
"Stage one, am I?"
"Stage one?"
"Of the grieving process."
"I think what you are manifesting in here has gone far beyond the stages of grief, my friend."
"Suzanne, I just want to get to the end of what I"m doing."
"Of course you do. See you in the morning, then."
Did she have to sound so patronising?
Heather turned back to her computer screen, picking up where she had left off. She"d become engrossed in a Theosophical Society scandal involving Leadbeater, who admitted under oath in 1906 to
