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looks slightly afraid, as if he’s going to get busted for doing something.
    â€œIt’s Harold, right?”
    â€œUm . . . no, it’s Anthony. You must have gotten me mixed up with someone else.”
    â€œOh. Sorry, my mistake.” She smiles apologetically and turns back to me. The smile immediately falls from her face. “Damn, he was kinda cute.”
    â€œSo you haven’t given up yet?”
    â€œOf course not!” She looks astonished that I could even ask such a question. “If he’s my destiny, I’m not going to stop looking until I find him. Because if I’m looking for my soul mate, my soul mate is out there somewhere looking for me.” Her green eyes flash with determination. “I know you probably think I’m crazy—”
    â€œNo, I don’t,” I protest a little too quickly.
    â€œBut sometimes you have to take a leap of faith. Trust in the universe. Believe in the power of positive thinking and the laws of attraction. It’s like The Secret . Did you ever read it?”
    â€œNo, I don’t think—”
    â€œWell, I did, cover to cover,” she continues, “and I bought the DVD. It was amazing. Seriously. I made a vision board and everything.”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    Robyn turns on me incredulously. “You don’t know what a vision board is?”
    â€œUm . . .” I feel like the time I was ten and on the school playground and someone asked me if I knew what an erection was.
    â€œNot exactly,” I try bluffing. “Should I?”
    â€œOh my God. Totally!” she cries, eyes wide. “A vision board is a visualization tool that activates the universal law of attraction to begin manifesting your dreams into reality.”
    â€œRight, I see.” I nod, not seeing at all. Rather like when I was ten and asked my sister what an erection was and, after she laughed her head off, she explained it’s what you call a penis when it goes hard.
    Only I didn’t know what a penis was.
    â€œBasically, it’s really simple. You get a piece of foam board and you cut out pictures or words from magazines or wherever and you make a collage of all the things you want in your life,” she enthuses. “It’s actually kind of fun. You should try it.”
    â€œHmm, maybe.” I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but really—a quiz in a magazine is one thing, but a vision board ? My sister would have kittens. “Only it’s not quite my thing.”
    â€œLucy, you’ve got to stop being so negative,” she reprimands me.
    â€œI’m not being negative,” I protest. “I’m British. We don’t do vision boards or self-help books. Well, at least not in public,” I add, thinking about the couple of books I’ve got stashed on my shelf.
    â€œWell, you should.” Robyn clicks her tongue and looks at me pityingly.
    â€œExcuse me, miss?” The teller is holding out my change.
    â€œOh, thanks.” Taking it from him, I put it back in my purse. “Sorry, but I just don’t believe in that stuff,” I say, turning back to Robyn.
    â€œThat’s your problem right there.” She shrugs. “You don’t believe.”
    Picking up the takeaway bag of food from the counter, I hug it to my chest a tad defensively.
    â€œNot everything can be explained or understood, you know, Lucy.” Tucking a shock of curls behind her ear, she looks at me beseechingly. “Sometimes you have to trust in the mysterious power of the universe, in a greater energy, in a spiritual force, in something bigger than you and me.” Her eyes are shining and her face is filled with such conviction that for a moment I can almost feel my skepticism wavering. “You just have to believe. And I believe that in this big, wide world, in all these billions of people, if two people are meant to be together, they’ll be together.”
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