Chapter 28Linda
NO ONE COULD better understand Eric's obvious fear than I. Fritz never understood how much I dreaded something going wrong. And now, no doubt remains. Whatever had happened, Fritz and Ashley were lost somewhere in the past. Judging from the silence at the table, we were all processing Eric's story in our own ways. Jane and the president were staring out the window. Eric reached for his glass but only twisted it in its spot.
“I guess we have only one real question,” said the president. “Eric, would you be willing to help us find them?” Eric raised his head and tilting toward the question, said he would, but he only had a few days and he wanted to know everything we had already discovered.
Jane repeated the story of the Thanksgiving search.
“Where are the books now?” Eric
