“So if my ability to meditate was what was going to save the world, or at least save Portland, then I was pretty sure we should all think about moving to Seattle.”

“I was about to meditate like no one had ever meditated before.”

“But there was something about Nola that negated my bullshit ability.”

“We didn’t like each other when you were alive,” I muttered to my father. “You think living in my head is going to change that?”

“Gotta say you Portland people take weird to a new level.”

“I did win, you know,” I said.“No, you didn’t.”“Yes, I did. I knocked you out.”“Stunned me. I wasn’t unconscious.”“Oh, please, save it for the preacher. You were out cold.”

“Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.”