The U Turn 02:26

He gave a little nod. A courtesy. "How are you?"

An invitation. Sonorous, deep, as to a cavern.

She didn't feel like Jehovah's Witnessing, if that's where this was going.

"I'm O.K."

"Carrying a lot." His one slim volume contrasting the papers boxed next to her.

"Yeah." He had the look of one going just as far as you are. No hurry.

It was purely circumstantial, but she was sure they were going to talk about God.

"The key to the past is the future." That's what it said on the little red cover.

She could use an Aha. Musta showed, Goldy thought.

Maybe it was the right amount of wait time:

"She's gone. My sister is, and I don't understand how or why."

He clasped his hands and made a temple with his index fingers and pressed these to pursed lips. At rest, for a moment, closed like a cage for an invisible bird.

Why do we break the Cardinal rule?

Silver had once asked: How do we know, if something is Good?

It wasn't a moral question. It was about Qualification.

He waited.