Psychology today. Her first day, her first class. It could not be an
introduction to psychosomatic disorders.
She shivered a bit not knowing why.
It was a clear, though drizzly morning in Christobal. The sun, when it
shone over and above thin clouds gathering, was brilliant enough to
brighten the spirits of even the wickedest drunk waking.
No. Psychology today. She stepped out of the cafeteria and looked to the
left where a group of around ten students had gathered along its
descending steps. She moved in their direction.
As she approached them, she realized the conversation touched the
subject of space exploration. One young student with a fire in her eyes
was talking with her fingers and face about life on Mars.
Yet another student reminded them, there was life in a foetus. The
matter was becoming hot, even controversial in this morning’s light.
She moved passed them to see just ahead a building on which was
inscribed Psychology. She got there quickly, all the while still feeling
that presence of another.
She thought of calling Urd to share some of her excitement, if not her
enigmatic tension. Rosetta wondered why she could not find him in the
They were brother and sister. Their parents had left them. He was to
care for her, yet it seemed that she cared for his emotional life. She
thought of Zeen, but did not imagine that she would be at Urd’s place at
this time in the morning.
“Hey, that’s a lovely top you’re wearing. It’s excellent material.”
Rosetta had entered the building only to find a female student standing
to the left on the inside looking at a computer screen.
She turned when the revolving door turned only to notice instantly
Rosetta’s white top, its cotton fabric. “Thanks,” Rosetta answered.
“I’m Veronica,” the sharp-voiced shorty came back, her intelligence
bubbling. “I’m psychology major. What about you?”
“Today’s my first day. I’m about to sit in my first class in space
psychology.” The five-foot beauty with her reddening hair, cupped her
mouth. “You’re in space psychology? Thought I was the only woman here
interested in this male-dominated science.”
“Is it a science?” Rosetta asked willing to begin her own brand of
discussion. Her phone rang. “Excuse me,” she told Veronica. It was Urd
breathing a bit too deeply! —sh.