“Listen to me." Baba held on to his arm. "You could never be more wrong, Amar. We taught you one way, but there could be others. We don't even know, even we can only hope. How many names are there for God?" "Ninety-nine." He knew all of this by heart. Didn't that count for something? "And are they all the same kind of name?" "No." "Some contradict each other, remember? Didn't you just say to me--what if this is meant to show us more? What if we are meant to look closer?" Amar nodded. Wind rustled the leaves. He sniffled and wipes his nose on his shirtsleeve. "We will wait until you are allowed in," Baba said, as if to himself. " *I* will wait.”
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