“Do you despise your mother for what she did?” Jason glances sideways at his companion, the shy Cora with the almond eyes. “Taking you with her to buy drugs and you end up being gunned down in the street?”
He strolls with her along the edge of the cliff after their meditation class with Angel Jigjag. The air is clear and balmy on this early morning. The sound of blue jays jabbering in a nearby row of apple trees catches their attention for a few minutes.
The slight girl turns to look up at him before answering, “No, it was a life lesson for both of us. A very important lesson.”
“A painful one,” Jason adds.
“Some time you will tell me about your own pain.” She stops for a moment, making a face. “What’s that awful sound?” A faint rendition of a Leonard Cohen classic is being mercilessly
