‘And what else did you find?’ ‘God,’ he said simply. ‘In a diner.’ ‘What was he eating?’ The question was so unexpected Gamache hesitated then laughed. ‘Lemon meringue pie.’ ‘And how do you know He was God?’ The interview wasn’t going as he’d imagined. ‘I don’t,’ he admitted. ‘He might have been just a fisherman. He was certainly dressed like one. But he looked across the room at me with such tenderness, such love, I was staggered.’ He was tempted to break eye contact, to stare at the warm wooden surface where his hands now rested. But Armand Gamache didn’t look down. He looked directly at
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