M I C HAEL
The crazy woman who'd barged in on our little pastoral counseling session was now promising Shay Bourne happy endings she could not deliver. "I need to do a little research," she explained. I'm going to come back to see you in a few days."
Shay, for what it was worth, was staring at her as if she had just handed him the moon. "But you think... you think I'll be able to donate my heart to her?"
"Yes," she said. "Maybe."
Yes. Maybe. Mixed signals, that's what she was giving him. As opposed to my message: God. Jesus. One true course.
She knocked on the window, in just as big a hurry to get out of the conference room as she'd been to enter it. As an officer buzzed open the door, I grasped her upper arm. "Don't get his hopes up," I whispered.
She raised a brow. "Don't cut them down."
The door closed behind Maggie Bloom, and I watched her walk away through the oblong window in the conference room. In the faint reflection, I could see Shay watching, too. "I like her," he announced.
"Well," I sighed. "Good."
"Did you ever notice how sometimes it's a mirror, and sometimes it's glass?"
It took me a moment to realize that he was talking about the reflection.
"It's the way the light hits," I explained.
"There's light inside a man of light," Shay murmured. "It can light up the whole world." He met my gaze. "So, what were you saying is impossible?"