I knew that Beatrice’s major life regret was not having children. Perhaps the potency of Beatrice’s teaching style could be attributed to this significant fact alone, since her maternal hardwiring had been sublimated to such a remarkable degree that the whole world became her family.
“Jim! Can you hear me?” Beatrice bellowed abruptly, as she elbowed her ninety-eight-year-old partner in the rib cage, “Are we too old to adopt?” As Jim momentarily glanced up, Beatrice continued, “Can you hear me, Jim? What do you think about adoption?”
Never one to shy away from inserting his unique brand of dry humor, Jim replied, “I don’t have any thoughts, Beatrice. You know I’m a Buddhist.”
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