“Don’t call them; they’ll call you,” he said. “What?” “I just got a call from the president of Coltrane College. You know, the little one over at Oxford? The good one?” “Well, of course I know Coltrane. Grand’s sister went there, Aunt Courtney. I never knew her really, though she was my great-aunt. But Grand talked about Coltrane a lot. It’s supposed to be kind of a little gem of a liberal arts place, isn’t it?” “Correct. Well, thanks to Grand’s sister, or her sister’s family, or somebody, I just got asked to interview for the chairmanship of the English department. Seems that whoever it was called the college painted a pretty glowing portrait of me. I’d love to thank whoever’s responsible, but I have a feeling she’s dead. He said we’d discuss who the caller was at the interview.” “It’s something you’re interested in, then?”
