The Deans entered her quarters, closing the door behind them.
Dean nodded on his way back to his quarters but didn't stop.
There was time for quiet evenings, some jazz and classical music in the Dean's quarters, country and western in Fred's and some totally incomprehensible noise from the small room where Martha Boyd and her boom box now dwelt.
The police spoke to Fred next, while Dean strolled back toward his quarters, with Corday's question concerning his wife's return echoing in his mind.
Dean returned to his quarters without being seen and found Fred still at work on his notes.