“It’s nice to see you, Liesl.”
“Are you in town visiting your wife?”
“Visiting Miriam? You haven’t spoken with her then?”
“About what?”
“It’s not a visit. I’ve been offered a tenure-track position in the history department.”
“So you’re moving back from London?”
“I’ve moved back from London.”
“Vivek, I’m so very happy for you both.”
“It’s nice to be back in the land of coffee drinkers, that’s for certain.”
“This accounts for some of Miriam’s strangeness of late. No wonder she’s been distracted.”
He glanced around as though looking for his wife, who wasn’t in the room.
“Miriam’s been acting strange? How so?”
“It’s probably nothing. Distracted.”
“Can you tell me anyway?”
Liesl described Miriam’s spaciness. Vivek seemed concerned, which made Liesl concerned. She hedged and insisted that she had only been back from her sabbatical for a few days and had spent barely any time with Miriam.
“Can you try to?”
“Try to what? Spend time with her?” Liesl paused. “Is something going on, Vivek? I’ve always liked Miriam a great deal; would you like me to speak with her about something?”
He looked into his coffee cup.
“Just make yourself available to her.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you. Miriam will appreciate that.”
“She’s just in the workroom if you want to pop in.”
“Best not for the moment.”
“Going to do your best new-faculty-member mingling instead? The action is usually around the baked goods. You better get to the knishes before the adjunct professors stuff them all in their coat pockets.”
They were interrupted by a tall, striking woman wearing a yellow hair wrap and a giant smile who parked herself in front of Liesl and looked as though she expected to be recognized.
“You must be Liesl Weiss.”
“I am. Have we met?”
“We’ve spoken. I’m Rhonda Washington.”
“Professor Washington. It’s wonderful to put a face to a name. I’m terribly sorry to be rude, but I have to grab President Garber,” Liesl said, trying to slide away. “Can you give me just one moment?”
“He looks busy.”
“I’m not trying to brush you off,” Liesl said. “I promise. But I’ve been trying to get in front of him for days and it’s vital that I do so now.”
“Administration giving the library the slip?” Rhonda said. “Imagine that.”
“You can relate then?”
“I have a past life as a librarian,” Rhonda said. “It was my first graduate degree before mathematics called me back.”
“Well,” Liesl said. She looked back at Rhonda, curious, and then again at Garber across the room. “That’s unusual.”
“I didn’t know any mathematicians. But I knew Black women who were librarians,” Rhonda said. Liesl forgot about Garber for a moment and put out her hand to shake Rhonda’s.
“It’s a real pleasure to meet you.”
“You as well,” Rhonda said. “I’m hoping I can pressure you into letting me work with the Peshawar now that we’ve met in person and you can tell how charming and responsible I am.”
Liesl laughed, louder than she’d intended.
“That’s a good try,” said Liesl. Garber was still in conversation across the room.
“Tell me what you know about it,” Rhonda said.
“About the Peshawar?” Liesl said. She glanced over at Garber. He was in a crowd by the pastry table, frowning at the refined sugar and simple carbohydrates. “I’m not the expert,” Liesl continued. “But it’s said to note the first use of the zero in mathematics. You know that much, I’m sure. I’m really not an expert.”
“How do you know?” Rhonda said, her smile conspiratorial.
“About the zero? There’s never been an earlier document found.”
“That’s what we think. But really we can’t know how old the manuscript is. We can only guess unless we properly date it.”
“It’s not a guess. We’re using the long-established methods in our field.”
“I know that,” Rhonda said, putting up a hand to indicate she wasn’t making accusations. “And I’m proposing we use more precise methods established by other fields.”