An End, I Hope
Lubos called to me this evening as I was returning from my work. “I have reason to believe that this will be an eventful evening for Freya and Peter,” he told me. “I would like you to be present, if you will.” How could I say no? And, as usual, my brother’s instincts were correct. The evening was certainly eventful. We arrived at the same moment that Peter did. It was a rainy evening in Boston, and he stepped into…