The Night It All Began #6/10

Eight weeks later, in the middle of the night, she telephoned my office that she had arrived at the Port of San Francisco. ‘Thank goodness’ I thought. It was raining. I was still at the museum, having a late night examining a fossil. When she arrived, I barely recognized her. She was soaked and still in her field khakis. She looked like she hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in days. She cleaned up and after a meal we went to the lab. To my utter amazement and surprise, she brought with her a most interesting artifact. It was a perfect sphere…