“She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes”

“I believe that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds.”

“Prayers are answered in one of four ways,” she said. “Yes. No. I havesomething else in mind. And . . .”She paused long enough for my impatience to show. “And what’s thefourth answer?”“Wait,” she said.”

“She laughed and said how silly we were to not accept life for what it was, difficult.”

“You love me," she said. "That's enough. We love each other.""Yes. Yes, that's true." He smiled. "We are a love story.”

“When I'm sailing, sometimes I'll spend hours watching flocks of birds. They have something special going on there," Gordon continued. "They are all separate entities, those birds, but they share a single thought. Watch them fly in formation and suddenly veer around some invisible obstacle. Watch them flutter in swirling confusion and then, abruptly, move together in perfect formation again, each knowing its part in the whole. That what I mean by group minds." Gordon seemed to weigh his remarks, as though each word had significance. "A flock," she said, testing the term. "I guess my group of personalities is like a flock." She smiled ruefully. I only wish I could be lead bird sometime. (155)”