Chapter 11As Alex walked to the museum the next morning, he paid careful attention to every person he passed on the sidewalk. He found that most of them gave off nothing, and he wondered whether it was the fact of daytime, or simply that they weren’t feeling anything strongly. As he approached the corner of Fifth Avenue, however, a young woman strode by him, and he felt a glimmer of joy, an intense but quick stab of positive feeling. And an intention. An image. Marriage. Focusing on it, it was clear as a small, bright ping in his consciousness. He turned and watched her walk downtown. She was getting married and she felt great. Even muted by the morning sun, he knew it.
Climbing up the stairs to the staff entrance, he pulled his messenger bag off his shoulder and unzipped it for the secur
