The Uninvited

hand on my shoulder. ‘Good work, boy.’I smile. ‘I’m thirty-six.’‘Well has the thirty-six-year-old boygot his car keys?’‘Isn’t it too early for your meeting?’ Itisn’t until two. Afterwards he’ll be joiningme and Ashok at Phipps & Wexman.‘Yes. But there’s something I want toshow you. Call it fieldwork.’Ten minutes later I’m at the wheel, andhe’s strapping himself in.‘Just like the old days, eh?’ he says.I don’t reply. It isn’t like the old days atall. We never did any fieldwork together.If, on the other hand, he is referring to ourvisits to the hospital all those years ago,the analogy is wide of the mark. Helena isdead and the professor has a new life inToronto and the world we once knew has