HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 65

“Sorry you had to witness that,” Genesis said hoarsely.

“It’s what I’m here for,” Angela said.

Genesis wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“So I guess all the mystery’s gone now, huh?” she said. “You know everything there is to know about me.”

“I barely even scratched the surface,” Angela said. “You’ve got a lot going on in there. Bit too much to swallow in one bite.”

“Now you’re making me hungry,” Genesis said.

Angela smiled and stared at the floor. She chose her next words carefully.

“But I think… it might be a good idea… if you got some help… professionally.”

Genesis sat up straight, pulled her hand away.

“I’m not crazy, Angela,” she snapped. “I’m just—”

“Depressed?” Angela said.

“Not the word I would’ve used,” Genesis said.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather let a doctor decide that,” Angela said.

Genesis leaned forward and buried her face in her hands.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me,” she said. “Therapy… drugs… that’s not who I am.”

“A couple weeks ago, I would’ve said the same about working at the mall,” Angela said. “We all have to adapt to our circumstances. It doesn’t always feel good, but it’s usually for the best.”

“You get that from a fortune cookie?” Genesis asked.

“Look, I’ll arrange everything,” Angela said. “Just… give it a chance, okay?”

Genesis groaned and threw herself back on the bed. Clutched a pillow to her chest.

Fine,” she said.

“Thanks, Genesis,” Angela said, squeezing her friend’s knee. “Now, you get some rest while I straighten things up around here.”

Genesis pulled herself up to the head of the bed and rolled onto her side. Angela draped the covers over her and returned to the living room.