Yulia has her version to tell. Just one of those chance moments when two people’s lives intersect. Dice cast on the felt table of possibility. She’d call it chemistry, credit pheromones, liken it to molecules colliding, gravitating together, charges drawn across an abyss.
Peter smiles, laughs, and puts his arm around her. Science is her religion. It explains everything, including its own limitations. Continue reading Silk and Hat