The Zen Gene
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“I hope she hasn’t mussed your dress. It’s beautiful,” she said.
“No, she is a perfect little angel,” the woman said with a smile clearly taken with the baby. The woman paused to listen as the first boarding call for her flight to India was announced.
“I’m going to my niece’s wedding in Bangalore,” she said and smiled. They chatted for a few moments and as the woman turned to leave to board her flight Zen asked her if it was to be a large wedding.
“Oh, yes,” the woman said. “Over six hundred family and guests have been invited. My brother-in-law is very well situated in the movie industry.”
She watched the woman walk away until the baby started to fuss to be put down again. She was at that age. She wanted to explore her world and nothing was going to stop her. She put her down, steadying her until she gained her balance while she struggled impatiently to be released. Zen watched her daughter trundle off to examine a bank of black vinyl seats in front of the floor to ceiling windows which looked out upon the runways. She kept her eye on the baby as she sat down.
“Where is Bangalore?” she said.
He made a few keystrokes on the laptop and turned it to show her a map of the Indian subcontinent.
“I think Jeani Beani just saved us a trip to India. Wasn’t India on the primary list?” she said.
He nodded.
“I will send an IM to Dr. Mann.”
She stood up and reached out her hand to help him stand. He was unsteady; he suffered a mild stroke when his heart was restarted and it affected his gait. They were supposed to fly to Zurich but their flight was delayed and now they needed to find a room for the night.
“Why do you call your dad Dr. Mann?”
Tyler looked at her, “That’s his name.”