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let's start with the premise that we're going to be honest with each other. Okay?" |
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Score one for E.G. She winced, blushed, intensified her fragile smile and sagged back in the booth; she looked a little more relaxed. "I wanted you to like me. The truth is, I do like the stuff you writeand the truth is, I haven't read everything simply because I didn't discover you till I ran into our mutual old grump, Cosmo. He's the one that told me about you." |
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I reached across the table in a gesture of conciliation. We shook hands and settled down to the business of talking about our mutual interest. |
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"So tell me, Brenda Cashman, how did you develop this bizarre little theory of yours?" |
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"Research," she said cryptically. "I was fascinated with the social structure of some of the nomadic cultures of the Northwest Territories. My thesis advisor suggested that some of the military and maritime records were untapped sources of unbiased information. I was focusing on the Lutes when I ran across the Baffin Island incident. I don't know why it occurred to me to send those two pieces of information to you, but I got curious when I couldn't get through to you on the phone and ended up contacting the only other person that knew us both." |
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