WHEN I REACHED MY QUARTERS, I sat down and spread the letter on my lap, and with shaky hands I dialed Thomas Stone’s number. My father was well past eighty now, an emeritus professor. Deepak said the old man’s eyes were fading, but his touch was so good he could have operated in the dark.
End of the book. Marion has found the long-missing letter from his mother to Stone. It tells of her love for him. Stone apparently never saw the letter. Ghosh had passed it on to Marion who only discovered in the back of old faded St.Teresa poster after he was back in Africa over 25 years later. Then, he calls Stone.
