The date hadn’t even dawned on me until I entered reception after lunch to find the benches overrun with floral arrangements. The delivery driver was obtaining a signature from Beth.
What fresh hell is this? Oh, of course.
Valentine’s Day.
Terminological Inexactitudes
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Christian Worne certainly wasn’t the oldest or most distinguished man I had encountered in my adult life, so I knew our differences couldn’t be reduced to something as simple as age or hierarchy. During my time at Oxford, I had come to know a professor in the same research division as me. At fifty-four, Professor Arne Gulbrandsen was twenty-four years my senior when we formed an unlikely bond over our mutual appreciation of properly made coffee.