I: Faith
It turns out that Zane and I were not the only ones at the retreat with our hearts harried by love.
Zane waited outside the women's restroom for me, and through the door he explained what had happened in Copenhagen with Alma and Sofia.
“So, please, Miss Rhode Island, come out. It is not true that I robbed or stole from anyone."
“'Anyone?'" I said.
“Well, okay, but not Alma. Please - I would never take a child's violin. Or books. Books are sacred things to me."
I was satisfied by his explanation. But I was frustrated and discouraged that he so frequently allowed himself to be in situations where his honesty and integrity could be doubted. It stayed in mind, even as I approached the door to throw it open and let him fill his arms up with me, to apologize for doubting him.
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