The enormity of the Nord lie was awesome. Hannah sat stunned in the fanback chair, gazing unseeingly across the room. The journal still lay on the desk where she had left it when she’d gone to fix herself a cup of coffee.It wasn’t coffee she needed but it seemed indecently early in the day to be pouring medicinal scotch.The whole underlying premise of The Amazons of Revelation Island was a fabrication. For generations of college students it had been required reading, the landmark book of one of America’s most eminent anthropologists. Elizabeth Nord’s stature had been of such towering height that the carping criticism of people such as “Dear Roddy” had been generally dismissed.Whatever had happened to poor old Roddy? Hannah thought about the man and wondered anew what he must have been like. There was no doubt that in the beginning of his association with Nord he had been a typically condescending, overbearing, patronizing male of the species academius. He had probably been intelligent enough to see the brilliance in his young associate.
