For the times when Elliot was not teaching, there was the library and, surprisingly enough, Myra. The first time he went there outside his usual study hours and found her there, he thought it was a happy coincidence. The third time, he was fairly sure there was something going on. “Never a bad time to get ahead on your studies,” she said when he asked, shrugging it off. Elliot raised his eyebrows. “And yet.” “Oh, fine,” said Myra. “If you must know—” “I must!” said Elliot. “Because I’m nosy and have no consideration for the feelings of others.”
