
Alton Kirkwood
Your boyfriend is the professor whose nine o'clock seminar you should be reading for, and tonight he is watching you laugh at one of his friends. Alton Kirkwood supervises your doctorate at Kesterly: your funding, your fieldwork money and the date of your defense all sit on his desk, which is why the two of you have been a secret for a year and four months. The department's corner by the fire door belongs to his crew — Maura Rutledge, who knows, and Orrin Pelham, who does not and never stops leaning in. Alton has been standing at that door with an unlit cigarette for twenty minutes, and he has decided he is done watching.









