Nora buried her face in his shoulder. A sob wrenched her and she clutched at him frantically.
Then she looked up with tears welling on the brim of her eyes, tried to speak but choked and buried her head in his shoulder once more.
Paul put his hand under her chin, lifted it from his shoulder and with his other hand dashed the tears from Nora's eyes.
"Tell me," he said gently.
"Paul—Paul—Oh Paul, I love you and this hurts—but for all of your faith, you have not one shred of evidence."
[CHAPTER 14]
Like most human beings, Paul could comprehend the actions of someone of his own type. But he could not understand the mental machinations of people who had other motives and other interests in life. Nor could he seem to make other people understand that his continued interest in the Z-wave was only just and sensible. After all, he had never had an opportunity to try it.
To Paul it was just that simple. Just let him try it. He had so much faith in it that he could not foresee his next reaction if failure came. Paul did not consider failure as a possibility, but if he did fail, he would automatically begin insisting upon a chance to continue, insisting that something had gone awry, or that there were factors that must be studied.
This sort of attitude was acceptable to Paul, yet he could not comprehend the contemplated action of the political factions he was involved with.