Valerie considered Gautama’s statement. Thinking of him that way was more comfortable than thinking she was actually sitting halfway around the world from her apartment in a small Indian tea stall with the Buddha, St. Peter, and the Devil.
How did it make sense that the software had homed in on her laptop while seeking God?
She took Eric’s left hand in her right. She squeezed it and looked up at him. Clearly he was pondering the same question. She liked that connection of their minds as well as their hands. It warmed places deep in her chest that she had feared Landau f*****g McKenzie had frozen forever. She leaned in until their shoulders rubbed.
The software had come to her seeking God.
The thought made her feel quite torn in two. One part of her wanted to escape from this tiny tea s
