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Chapter 29
29 “What’s the biggest difference between your job before and your job now?” he asks as he taps his pen on the paper. “Between managing investment portfolios and being a monk?” “This feels like a pointless question,” I say, sliding my eyes over to him. His lips twitch. “Why is that?” “Because everything is different, and that difference is so laughably apparent. I mean, you could walk into an abbey and just start pointing at random things, and every single one of them would be different. Habits, incense, candles, statues, glass cruets. God.” “As opposed to what?” he probes. “A windowed office overlooking the street and decanters of whiskey nearby?” I picture my old office in my mind. I had been so proud of it once upon a time, this office I’d felt like I’d earned. It hadn’t b
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