I think I knew then that he was not aware that he was my angel. He had no idea of the wheels and minute mechanisms of life I was only then gleaning for the first time. He didn’t know – as I slowly began to see – that the meaning was in the plot, the shape, that the way and whom we met in the course of our simplest doings was so intricately and finely fitted into a grander pattern, that all we had to do was follow the sign – as I was following him.
