Page 337 - The Love Hypothesis

structure of the helmet, figuring out the wireless system. But we got to a

point where we needed a neurostimulation expert on board.” He gives me a
warm smile.
“I cannot wait to see what we cook up together.” I also cannot wait to

find out why Levi was given the lead of this project over someone who has
been on it for five years. It just seems unfair. To Guy and to me.

The elevator doors open, and he points to a quaint-looking café in the
corner. “That place over there—amazing sandwiches, worst coffee in the

world. You hungry?”
“No, thanks.”

“You sure? It’s on me. The egg sandwiches are almost as good as the
coffee is bad.”
“I don’t really eat eggs.”

“Let me guess, a vegan?”
I nod. I try hard to break the stereotypes that plague my people and not

use the word “vegan” in my first three meetings with a new acquaintance,
but if they’re the ones to mention it, all bets are off.

“I should introduce you to my daughter. She recently announced that she
won’t eat animal products anymore.” He sighs. “Last weekend I poured

regular milk in her cereal figuring she wouldn’t know the difference. She
told me that her legal team will be in touch.”
“How old is she?”

“Just turned six.”
I laugh. “Good luck with that.”

I stopped having meat at seven, when I realized that the delicious pollo
nuggets my Sicilian grandmother served nearly every day and the cute

galline grazing about the farm were more . . . connected than I originally
suspected. Stunning plot twist, I know. Reike wasn’t nearly as distraught:

when I frantically explained that “Pigs have families, too. A mom and a dad
and siblings that will miss them,” she just nodded thoughtfully and said,
“What you’re saying is, we should eat the whole family?” I went fully

vegan a couple of years later. Meanwhile, my sister has made it her life’s