“My cell phone number,” she says with a wry expression. “I’m staying at my friend’s place for a while, but if you ever feel like seeing somebody, give me a call. We can go out for a bite or whatever. Don’t be a stranger, okay? ‘Even chance meetings’ . . . how does the rest of that go?” “‘Are the result of karma.’” “Right, right,” she says. “But what does it mean?” “That things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.”
