Chapter 15
On Monday morning, the air had that magically quiet touch that is common in autumn. The whole world felt fresh and clear, and it was as if time had stood still. I got out of bed at dawn and pulled on my workout clothes, eager to get outdoors.
The river was man-made in the first hour. When the sun broke over the horizon, the fog was burned away at the waterline, so I alternately came through thickets of haze and rosy sunshine.
As I slid into the bridge, Matthew was waiting for me on the curved staircase leading to the boathouse porch, and he was wearing an age-old New College scarf with brown and ivory stripes around his neck. I got out of the boat, put my hands to the sides and stared at him in disbelief.
"Where did you get that?"I pointed to the scarf.
"You should show more respect for the old members," he said with his gift-stealing smile, throwing one end over his shoulder. "I think I bought it in 1920, but I honestly don't remember. That was after the first World War ended.«