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Show -309- He glanced a t his xatch. If he had set i t properly, they should be landing in about twenty minutes. His daughter xrould be surprised. He planned to call her from the hotel. She had married the boy from Chicago her second year of college, the semester before the Professor left for Turkey. They had not seen each other for more than three years. The children xrould be much groxm. They were, like his other daughter's children, two g i r l s , s l i g h t l y older than his txro grandchildren in San Francisco. The l i g h t s on the ground outside his window had become denser now - and nearer, brighter. The cabin shuddered a l i t t l e in the thicker a i r . He peered forxard, xrondering when he would catch sight of Lake Michigan. He could not see it yet. All he could see xrere l i g h t s , gathered more into clusters now, like an inverted summer sky. It xas an interesting scene, and he couldn't keep from xatching, although the thought of the landing tightened his stomach muscles and made his breathing shallow. He d i d n ' t see the lake u n t i l they were almost upon i t. Then they circled over i t s western beaches, loxr enough that he could see the surf breaking along the shore. He recalled a summer he had spent in Chicago, on a library fellowshp, working on one of his books. He had been given an apartment not far from the lake, not large enough for the whole family. Bis wife had gone to Utah with the younger daughter, and the older one came with him. "To cook for you," she had said. |