The tranquility on campus was broken soon enough, as April brought its cacophony of bird calls and returning students. Concordia was immersed once again in the day-to-day routines of campus life: meals, chapel, classes, meetings, teas, rehearsals. She had not seen Mr. Reynolds since her visit to his house in town.
Concordia still flushed at the memory of their encounter in that dusty back room. What would have happened if Olga had not come in? What would she have wanted to happen? That question made her blush even more, so she firmly set it aside.
There was one activity in particular that Concordia had been looking forward to, now that the warm weather was making its return. On one temperate afternoon, she opened her wardrobe to pull out her bicycle outfit, complete with jacket, s
