Three weeks elapsed before Blake’s exams were over and Debbie had a free afternoon. The meeting was scheduled for the same coffee shop. Again, they both arrived early.
“Good afternoon!” Debbie said. “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” Blake said. The truth was, he was still grieving over his father’s death.
“Getting used to losing a loved one takes time,” Debbie said gently. “Did you have time to think through the things we discussed at the end of our first meeting?”
“I did. Just as I feared, I don’t know the answers to all the questions.”
“That’s okay. I rarely know all the answers to my own questions,” Debbie said with a grin. “And that really doesn’t diminish the power of the question. Often the search for the answer is just as valuable ...