We walk down the dimly lit hall, which I guess I
shouldn’t call dim. I think it’s supposed to be setting a certain
mood, although with all that luxury, I wouldn’t be afraid to
shine spotlights all over the place.
“Really?”
I don’t really understand what Steph means. I don’t
remember having my views challenged in science class in high
school. I didn’t take any science classes in college, but maybe
there it would have. I definitely can relate when it comes to
literature. Maybe that’s what she means. Maybe because she’s
studied it in depth, she looks at things differently than most
people. I can’t really say it’s the same for books. You don’t
need to be an English major or a writer or anything to read
something and have it change your life.
“Yeah. I mean, because science is so fluid and
changing. Even the smallest discovery can throw a lot of
people into chaos.”
“The medical community, you mean.”
“I mean all of it. All new discoveries can feel
threatening at first because it can challenge the basis of our
very foundation.” She turns to me and grins this self-
depreciating grin, like she’s laughing at herself. “Okay, I’m
getting carried away. You don’t want to hear about that, and
I’m sure you get what I mean.”
“I think so. I never thought about it that way. Why do I
feel like I’m always saying that when I’m with you?”
She shrugs. “Maybe that’s a good thing. I hope.”
“It is.” I reach for her hand. The lighting is low, but
strangely enough, it illuminates some of the honey gold flecks
in her dark brown irises that I’ve never even noticed before. I