CHAPTER 11
AT THE LAB, a few miles to the south, Caroline fought boredom as she waited on Dr. Taylor while he buttered up a nobody on the phone. Closing her eyes to the view from his office, she pined for more robust times. She was getting used to his private thoughts crowding hers. She recalled lying naked on the vast terrace to the Pitsunda Datja, looking over the Black Sea. Pleasant memory, swimming in the tiled pool with four girls and two fine boys. Six of the best, coming up for recommendations to the Bolshoi, well aware that his acceptance opened doors to the best tutors in the world, and a grueling training schedule. Here they were glad to give him a more worldly performance. They tiptoed around him, naked and slender, gracefully looking for ways to please; waiting to serve the na
