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I finally catch him alone in the retreat’s dining room.

“Sir, I hate to bother you during your lunch break, but I just need to know… why am I here, and what is my purpose?”

The guru removes his left foot from his pink flip flop to scratch the back of his right leg.

He looks at the ceiling, me in the eye, and finally my plate.

He clears his throat. I hold my breath.

“Is that red velvet?” he asks with a smile that tells me everything.