Faith winces, then thinks of Bob, who has not called her. She peers down at her sodden, stiff shoe. Jenny pulls the dog towards her in a conciliatory fashion. She had raced through the corridors to Dr. Marvin's office. She waved her letter of acceptance.
Faith is a good student, blah blah blah.
She has original thoughts, blah blah blah. You were accepted because no one else is interested in doing the kind of work you're doing. No one is dealing in antiquities, except for a few half dead cronies at Harvard. But even his cynicism hadn't dampened her spirits. Acceptance, the mere word of it, was like standing on the podium and winning, like sex combined with love.