“I rejected that entire reality,” she confessed. “The Wharton life. I didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t do it.” Of course, she couldn’t. She was so far above that life. Could she see that about herself? Could she sense it, even if she couldn’t see it? Because I barely knew her, and even I knew that she was the kind of woman who couldn’t live without meaning, powerful and real meaning, in her life.
