Dr. Ferdinand Peter Herff, February 1913
Peter pauses on the front porch outside his office. Listening. Not eavesdropping per se. But taking pleasure in the sound of women’s laughter.
His father is probably right. He concentrates on work at the expense of having a pleasant home life. Imagine the contentment. A wife to come home to every night. A companion with whom to share meals. To share thoughts. To share laughter.
Maybe, in a year or two, his practice will be secure enough to afford the distractions of courtship.Continue reading “An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Forty-Three”