Chapter Six
Auden“—pollen analysis, but it could be next week, or it could be next year, depending on the t***s at the lab.”
I slide my iPad and some folders into my satchel, my phone tucked between my ear and my shoulder as I step away from my desk. It’s a strikingly lovely late August evening, with rosy sunlight still pouring through the skylight and illuminating the empty desks and vacant glassed-in meeting rooms.
I’m the last one here, as usual, and I’m on the phone with Tobias Talbot-Ullswater, the archaeologist in charge of the excavation at Thornchapel, who also happens to be completely ridiculous and completely wonderful, and also a very good friend. I take one last look around my desk as he talks, deciding as I do that I’m going to return to Thornchapel early this week. It’s
