After that, our conversation followed a predictable path, exploring what that higher purpose might be, which, for Clara, was to write novels. As for my own higher purpose, I didn’t mention what I now believed it to be or the transformation I believed it had undergone that night: from repairing a multitude of souls to one soul. In the wondrous aftermath of my first s****l encounter with her, I may or may not have been thinking clearly. But I was convinced my work was now her. That she was my real calling.
Later on, our conversation also led to the discovery that we had a mutual friend, an Anglican Priest named Richard Floss. Clara referred to him as her spiritual advisor, someone she counted on for support during the lowest points in her life. I suspected those points were really low, lowe
