Chapter SeventeenLORI AND ROBYN AND ZEN
“What was your name before you were born?” Lori looked up from her book. She took a sip of Earl Grey tea. “It's a Zen Buddhist koan.”
“A riddle,” Robyn said, mixing a margarita and adding some salt to the rim of the glass. She sipped, made a face, and added more lime. Her casebooks lay beside her on the couch, a smartphone on top of them.
“Yes. Can you stop working for a minute and entertain me?”
“I don't know.”
Lori turned a page.“What makes you answer to your name?”
“It's another riddle, right?” Robyn asked.
“Right.” Lori smiled. “I don't know. It's my name, that's what.”
“That's not the answer.”
“Do you know the answer? Have you arrived at the answer yourself, by searching?”
“No. I don't know,” Robyn said. “If I did, I'd be on the path t
