23 Wednesday, August 25, 1897 Rochester, New York With his eyes closed, Jonas leaned back in his chair, determined to arrive at a solution that did not require Fanny’s cooperation. He’d accomplished nothing of substance since returning from the island. The weekend had been a complete disaster, and though he had originally planned to remain until Thursday, he departed Tuesday morning. He needed the solace of his office in order to arrive at some logical solution. What to do? What to do? The question