Wagner, Beethoven, Bruckner. The programme was predictable, Clegg guessed, given the sea of grey uniforms in the audience and certainly better than Hi...demith. The Beethoven and the Bruckner were fine, thought Clegg but when it came to the Wagner he agreed with Mark Twain. When he'd said that Wagner's music was better than it sounded he'd hit the nail on the head.The concert gave Clegg the chance to study Tereza Aucune. From his seat in the circle, peering through his opera glasses, he could. I jump out and rush to the street, in time to see the car turn right at the next block. I run to the corner and peer around the building there. Relieved to see the car parked in the darkness of the side street in the middle of the block. The door opens and Tina gets out, followed by a young-looking black man.She opens the back door and gets in. Through the rear window I see the light glinting off her five-inch heels. Her legs are spread invitingly for the man, who drops his pants and climbs in. David and Wendy were listed as Master's Candidates. Master's candidates had to write papers showing a mastery of the science. Ph.D. seekers had to present NEW material.Ethnocentrism has always reared it's ugly head when discussing sites outside the United States of America."Forty four thousand BCE?" the Anthropology professor scoffed."In South America?" a second Anthropologist specializing in Archaeology asked."Yes, yes, yes. So you say. But what facility did the Carbon 14 dating? How was it. She would deal with her emotions later. For now Carly would do her best to be a problem solver for her daughter-in-law."Hi," Paige said weepily as she opened the door to invite Carly into their home. She seemed to want to say more, but clearly she was holding back tears. As soon as Carly had set foot into the foyer and Paige had shut the door, Paige threw her arms around her mother-in-law and began to cry."Oh," Carly said in a genuinely soothing tone. "It's OK Honey." She held Paige and stroked.