“Kingsley nodded. 'Of course. Sophia always did say wisdom had to be earned.”

“Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.”

“You might say that you've finally earned the wisdom.Actually, it's the wisdom that has found and formed you.”

“Kingsley watched her disappear from the room, wondering if his heart would break. Logic informed him that of course it would not. The heart was no more than a muscle, a pump which distributed blood about the body; it had nothing whatsoever to do with a man's emotions. But if that was the case, why did it ache so?”

“My name is Søren.” Kingsley nodded and prepared words of his own. “Je t’aime,” he replied in the language God spoke. I love you.”

“And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.”