“But I wish I could have had a vegetable sandwich. I was really really craving one of those,” I said, with a sigh.
“Kijra,” said from the doorway, “you’re problem really is one of attachment to this world, in all seriousness. Especially to material things.”
This caused Kijra to giggle so badly that she had to put her milk down. Then she said, “Actually, isn’t it Janey lou who is attached to the sandwich?”
“Me?”
“Yes, but I would have expected you to say something about it. Instead you let her go on and on about the sandwich, and even tried to appease her with fried mangoes.”
I looked down at my mangoes.
And Kijra giggled silently into her plate.
“You should have told her, and you would have, were you not yourself so attached to these material things like vegetable sandwiches and mangoes and things of this sort. You must let the things of this world go.”
And the he seemed to disappear from the room, because the moment I looked over to see his small stature and greying head, his mustache and his Einstein eyes, he was gone.
