Chapter 7On a day when the wind is perfect the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.
—Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī, thirteenth-century Persian Sufi mystic
6:50 p.m. GMT–8, May 6, 2022
Pacific Heights, San Francisco
Astonishing. Mr. Murometz is calling him personally on his MoxWrap. The Mr. Alexander Murometz.
He stares spellbound at the elegant, strikingly lovely Asian face on his MoxWrap as he waits. She is quite becoming with straight, shiny shoulder-blade-length black hair, fine and silky. She wears deep peach lipstick with matching stone drop earrings. Wow. Maybe his mother was right. Maybe his sister was right—he needs to diversify with a raven-haired Asian siren. Her visage, so sensually different from his last girlfriend’s, hauntingly echoe
