Chapter 41

“Why did she make the appointment for four?” Tom said.

“Because that’s the earliest I thought I could be there,” Noah said. “I was planning to go home first.”

“Let’s go see if she’s free now.”

Tom led Noah to the appropriate building and up a flight of stairs. He stopped outside a door with the name ‘Agnes Ambrose, PhD’ stenciled on it. The door was half open, so he knocked on it.

“Come,” a deep female voice said.

Tom pushed the door all the way open and entered the room.

“Well, if it isn’t Dr. Foster, and if I’m not mistaken, his prize soloist,” Dr. Ambrose said. “Come on in and have a seat.”

“I’m still not used to the title,” Tom said, taking a seat, indicating to Noah that he should take the adjacent chair.

“What can I do for you?”

“You have a four o’clock appointment with Noah. He asked me to introduce you, and we got here faster than we anticipated.”

“I’m free for the rest of the day.”

“Noah,” Tom said, “this is Dr. Ambrose. Dr. Ambrose, Noah Webster.”