A physicist, the love and a lost mind E-Book

CD Sanders

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Already with his first words, he underlined his reputation of a hard and always frank lecturer, "I don't intend to remember your names. Not because I'm not able to, but because I don't want to waste any brain capacity. It's needed for more important things I can assure you of this. Most of you will not be able to follow me and the complex subject anyway, so you will soon leave the course." Full of expectation, Theresa looked directly into the professor's eyes. He was around 6'1' and rather skinny. His curly hair was tamed by a short haircut, which made his narrow face look younger. He was elegantly dressed and  the professor seemed charming to her. That is he was charming until he opened his mouth.   "What a nice guy", Theresa thought when he introduced himself. And here is the story: After a thirteen-year compulsory break in her academic career, thirty-one years old Theresa Winter resumes her studies in physics and attends a new lecture. She has already heard a great deal about the guest lecturer from Scotland, the famous Professor Peter Calder, and has read all of his work. His cynical demeanour cannot deter her she falls in love with this extremely intelligent man. But is the age difference too big or is it just "bullshit", as Theresa tells him about his concerns?

Leseprobe

CD Sanders

A physicist, the love and a lost mind

A story from CD Sanders´ world of thriller revolving around Peter Calder, Theresa Winter, David Connelly, Sarah Ritter

For Peter CapaldiBookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

One note

The term "Herr" Professor is the German word for Mister.

1. Theresa Winter

When Theresa Winter woke up this morning, she did not feel particularly good. Six months had passed since the deadly car crash of her parents. Since then, no morning had passed, where she had not gotten up with tears in her eyes.

The tears always welled up in the brief moment after waking, when the night of dreams, which made her think she had a perfect world, was over and she once again was painfully aware that no one was waiting for her downstairs. That no one had already prepared breakfast for her and her two sisters. This time of the day had always been so special for all of them.

All family members would gather around the kitchen table and discuss the events of the previous day. For this they had gotten up extra early, and after the scramble, who was allowed to use the two baths first, there was peace and quiet. Their family time was in the morning, because in the evening it was never sure if they could make it all for dinner.

Now Theresa was the one who had already prepared breakfast for Sabrina and Nathalie when the two sat down at the table. The eleven-year-old twins were no more able to get over the loss of their parents than she was. Now each morning they were forcing down their cornflakes, where once they had enjoyed their pancakes. Without having discussed it directly, Theresa and her sisters had come to the agreement that the older sister should not try to replace the parents. That would not have been possible anyway. So they had plain cornflakes with milk and a cup of cocoa for breakfast. Their sandwiches for the lunchbox they made themselves.

“We're old enough, after all,” they had said.

Too painful were the memories of the lovingly prepared lunch snacks of their mother that had always contained a small surprise. Sometimes it was a funny cut carrot or a laughing face carved into an apple. Often at break time, they had laughed out loudly so that the other pupils looked at them questioningly. Now laughter had become rare in the house of the Winters. Where in the past the house had been filled with the lively chatter of the four Winter women which had time and again caused the only man in the house to pull a wry face, there was now only a sad silence. Words of consolation, which would never have been able to fulfill their function, had been said enough. Now only time could help. Perhaps at some point it would be easier for them to bear the certainty that their beloved parents would never again sit at this table with them. Theresa could only hope so.

As every morning Theresa tried to start a conversation, “Will you directly return home after school, or do you have any other plans?”

And like every morning, the answer took just a moment, “We'll go to the library and do some homework.”

While they had buried themselves at home in the first few months, lately they had hardly been there. Her big sister was worried, because she was not sure if the twins were really studying hard at the library. But she wanted to give them time to recover, and to come to terms with the death of their parents in their own way.

“I'll go to the university today and try to catch up on what I’ve missed. I don’t, know when I'll be home again.”

The twins shrugged their shoulders indifferently. “Don’t worry about us we can have a snack for diner.”

They packed their sandwiches and had already disappeared into the bathroom to brush their teeth and then leave the house.

Theresa followed them with sad eyes. When the front door had snapped shut, she fell into a chair and rested her head on her outstretched arms. It was all too much. Being just eighteen years herself, she had applied a few months ago for the child custody of the two. For the young woman it had been out of the question to send them to a children’s home. They were the only family she had. The life insurance of her parents had almost completely gone on the installment of the house. So they had not been forced to move into a rental apartment. The rest of the money had kept them above water for the first few months. But now money had become tight and the young woman was desperate.

After a few minutes, she lifted her head, wiped away her tears and straightened her body. There was no point in despairing. She was looking forward to attend courses at the university and was glad to finally get out of the house and see something else.

Despite their difficult situation, she did not want to give up her studies. Somehow she would cope with everything. She had been granted the scholarship she had applied for, and she had also been entrusted with the child custody. She was aware that the money from the scholarship and the orphan's pension would never be enough for her and her two sisters. Maybe they should sell the big house, but the mere thought of it still hurt too much. She wanted to think about it when the time had come. Now she had to hurry, if she wanted to catch the bus that would soon set off for the university.

When Theresa got off the bus at the university stop she took a deep breath, she had been missing the campus so much. She entered the hall of the main building. Without looking right or left, she rushed straightaway into the direction of the secretariat. There were brochures available, which would show her the selection of courses.

The fair-haired young man she did not notice until he barred her way. He simply grabbed her hand and pulled her into the ladies’ room, which she just passed. He pulled the rubber band from her fuzzy hair then he tore the glasses from her nose. Everything went so fast that she could not defend herself. Without saying a word, he pulled out a brush and was about to brush her hair. After she had finally come to her senses, she fended him off and escaped into a toilet room.

“Who the hell are you? And what do you want from me? Are you a hair fetishist?” Theresa's voice did not sound amused at all.

“Hell, who are you? Why are you doing this to you? Who hides such a pretty face?” The stranger sounded very angry, as if she had done something unforgivable.

Not aware of any guilt, she replied angrily, “Use your eyes! You see what I look like. I’m certainly not a beauty, and you certainly won’t change that.”

“You bet! You're hiding behind these incredibly ugly glasses ... and what you’re doing with your hair is a crime. You ought to be locked up for that.”

“Are you the fashion police or what? Leave me alone!”

“Sorry, but I can’t” Hesitantly and sheepishly he added, “I need you.”

Slowly the door opened and she looked out at him cautiously. “What do you mean by that? Why would you need me?”

He raised his hands soothingly, as if he were afraid that she would immediately disappear again in the toilet room. Soothingly, he talked at her, “Okay, I explain it to you, my boss and I made a bet. Well, he's not my boss yet, but my future boss, I hope. If I win this bet, then he wants to employ me on a regular basis. So there's only one job at stake, mine.”

She interrupted him, “Sooo what? Why should that be of interest for me”? Her tone was impatient.

“I'm trying to explain, listen to me. I am a trainee in a model agency, and I want the agency's boss to employ me on a regular basis. And I told him in my juvenile folly that I could make a model out of every girl. He asked: no matter what she looks like? And I with my big mouth: each girl, no matter how she looks. Then he sat me in his car and drove me directly to the university. Seemingly self-confident, I got out of the car, but I cried inwardly.”