Astrological notation, rows of numbers, and the arcane symbolism of the Tarot filled the page.
“I’m enlightened,” she whispered.
I smiled.
“You’re tripping,” I said.
She nodded, picking up her pen to jot down something else.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“I’ve found the key,” she said. “You start with a symbol — mine came in a dream — and you pursue it. Like opening a vault, one vault after another. I’ve found out who I am.” She paused. “I think I’ve found my cosmic zip code.”
