The Hardest Geometry Problem in the World

Remembering the intersection of love and former faith.

Photo by Roberto Nickson on Unsplash

First, I remember listening to her. Or perhaps, for her. The timbre of her voice was low and feminine. She related the events of the day to one of her friends sitting further from the wall. In rows, we sat and waited. I made mental notes of topics she was concerned about, ears perking when she mentioned…