Synchronicity worms its way through our lives, seeking out a non-causal web of connectivity between us all. It works by its own rules. Science hates that. I do not have a doubt in my mind, however, that Bobby would have fried if Lukas hadn’t been drinking coffee in the mess hall when the fire broke out. And … if I had not humbled myself in apology before Lukas that day, he would — after he cold-cocked me — have ambled off blithely (or as blithely as a six-nine, two hundred and sixty-pound tackle can amble) to the library, probably following that with an afternoon of bowling instead of returning to Arbor Heights to take ownership of the destiny awaiting him.
