“So it’s cause and effect, but we don’t control it.”
“That’s the existential part.” She nodded solemn recognition.
The Grass Roots had come onto the Million Dollar Weekend with their clear, stinging guitar in minor key, followed breathlessly with their insistent refrain to live for today.
“Oh, wow, do you believe this? Listen.”
“Doo, doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo.” Tod sang a different, wordless melody.
“No, really, listen. This is so…Zen.” She gazed at him.
As Tod looked at her mouth, she eyed his, expectantly.
His mind whirled: Was this cause and effect? Did a coincidence between their talk and a song on the radio turn her on? Was their discussion turning on the Great Mandella as the deejay spun a platter, so no coincidence could possibly exist?
More likely, it was just the gras
