What prompted you to do that? —I couldn’t stop thinking about you. —Blah, I said. —No, I’m serious. He looked at me with a gentle smile. —Right from the first, I could see a calmness in you—that sort of inner tranquility that they write about in books, but that almost no one seems to possess. I was wondering to myself: How does she do that? And I figured it could only come from having no regrets—from having made choices with . . . such poise and purpose. It stopped me in my tracks a little. And I just couldn’t wait to see it again.
