EPH, SHOULDERS SLUMPED, walked with D’Arcy at his side for support. “Stockbridge. Could they have chosen a more intimidating place?” Eph asked. Like most members of the Devon community, Eph had never set foot in Stockbridge.
“That’s probably the idea.” D’Arcy’s voice softened a little. “Hey, you know I have to keep some distance. Officially, I mean.”
“I want you to. You don’t need this.” As Milton Strauss’s assistant, she couldn’t get involved. “Does he know about you and me?”
“I don’t think so. I’ve never mentioned it and he doesn’t really ask about my personal life.”
“Probably for the best. I don’t want you getting dragged down by this.”
“I’m sure it will turn out okay.”
“Me, too.” Eph sounded less than convinced. The political winds on campus were not at his back. Even he knew that. And just in case he forgot, today’s Daily was there to remind him.