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But
to
hear
it
from
someone
else
now
,
from
someone
who
is
speaking
sincerely
…
I
was
thinking
about
all
this
last
night
after
Felipe
fell
asleep
,
and
I
was
curled
up
beside
him
,
wondering
what
would
become
of
us
.
What
are
the
possible
futures
?
What
about
the
geography
question
between
us
-
where
would
we
live
?
Then
there
’
s
the
age
difference
to
consider
.
Though
,
when
I
called
my
mother
the
other
day
to
tell
her
I
’
d
met
a
really
nice
man
,
but
-
brace
yourself
,
Mom
!
-
"
he
’
s
fifty
-
two
years
old
,
"
she
was
completely
non
-
flummoxed
.
All
she
said
was
,
"
Well
,
I
’
ve
got
news
for
you
,
Liz
.
You
’
re
thirty
-
five
.
"
(
Excellent
point
,
Ma
.
I
’
m
lucky
to
get
anyone
at
such
a
withered
age
.
)
Truthfully
,
though
,
I
don
’
t
really
mind
the
age
difference
,
either
.
I
actually
like
that
Felipe
is
so
much
older
.
I
think
it
’
s
sexy
.
Makes
me
feel
kind
of
…
French
.
What
will
happen
with
us
?
Why
am
I
worrying
about
this
,
by
the
way
?
What
have
I
not
yet
learned
about
the
futility
of
worry
?
So
after
a
while
,
I
stopped
thinking
about
all
this
and
just
held
him
while
he
slept
.
I
am
falling
in
love
with
this
man
.
Then
I
fell
asleep
beside
him
and
had
two
memorable
dreams
.
Both
were
about
my
Guru
.
In
the
first
dream
,
my
Guru
informed
me
that
she
was
closing
down
her
Ashrams
and
that
she
would
no
longer
be
speaking
,
teaching
or
publishing
books
.
She
gave
her
students
one
final
speech
,
in
which
she
said
,
"
You
’
ve
had
more
than
enough
teachings
.
You
have
been
given
everything
you
need
to
know
in
order
to
be
free
.
It
’
s
time
for
you
to
go
out
in
the
world
and
live
a
happy
life
.
"
The
second
dream
was
even
more
confirming
I
was
eating
in
a
terrific
restaurant
in
New
York
City
with
Felipe
.
We
were
having
a
wonderful
meal
of
lamb
chops
and
artichokes
and
fine
wine
and
we
were
talking
and
laughing
happily
.
I
looked
across
the
room
and
saw
Swamiji
,
my
Guru
’
s
master
,
deceased
since
1982
.
But
he
was
alive
that
night
,
right
there
in
a
snazzy
New
York
restaurant
.
He
was
eating
dinner
with
a
group
of
his
friends
and
they
also
seemed
to
be
having
a
merry
time
of
it
.
Our
eyes
met
across
the
room
and
Swamiji
smiled
at
me
and
raised
his
wineglass
in
a
toast
.
And
then
-
quite
distinctly
-
this
small
Indian
Guru
who
had
spoken
precious
little
English
during
his
lifetime
mouthed
this
one
word
to
me
across
the
distance
:
Enjoy
.
