Brooke did not ask why a billionaire would want to have lunch with her. Not her place to demand that answer. She thought of the oyster, invisible beneath the water, indifferent to human life, busy with its humble task. There was a lesson. Leave behind the guilt that she had failed as a teacher. Forget her own mother’s skepticism. Make her an oyster! Useful, small, hidden, important, no, imperative. Let this be her purpose. Let her, unnoticed, make the world a better place. Because that was what they were doing, right?
