She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled at me.
I wanted so much to kiss her, to tell her that she was beautiful,
to love her. Had I followed my gut feelings, Atmananda might
have sent me back to New York on the next available flight.
But Chinmoy and Atmananda had explained that sex saps psychic growth.
And I was concerned that Atmananda and Dana might be in some sort
of relationship already. Besides, I never had had a girlfriend and
was at a loss as to what to say. I paused, and Atmananda and Rachel
appeared with the rental car.
Atmananda often displayed an extraordinary sensitivity toward
what people around him were thinking and now, as we approached
the Centre for the first time, I wondered if he had timed
his arrival back at the airport based on my wayward desire.
I also wondered how to diffuse my crush on Dana.
"Don't worry," I told myself. "Guru will help me work it out."
Now Atmananda told his passengers that the new Centre was only a few
blocks away. He had chosen a house on Cliffridge Avenue where,
in the name of the Guru, we would fight evil forces and make
millions happy. Before turning left on Cliffridge, we drove past
Nottingham and Robin Hood.
The lawns in the neighborhood seemed like tiny golf courses.
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