HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 74

Genesis leaned back and took a deep breath.

“I almost kept all this to myself, as usual,” she said, “but my therapist keeps telling me I shouldn’t bottle shit up. So… I didn’t.”

Angela smiled and said, “I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Genesis said, standing. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

She crossed the room and threw open the door. On the other side, a woman with short blond hair stood doubled over, panting.

“I got here as soon as I heard,” she said between gasps.

Angela stepped backward.

“Mom?” she muttered.


Angela sat next to Genesis in the cafe across the street from the hospital, waiting for her mother, Vivian, to return from the restroom.

“I can’t believe you called my mother,” Angela said.

“I didn’t know how long you were going to be unconscious,” Genesis said. “It didn’t seem right to leave your family out of the loop. So I went through your contact list just in case.”

“Oh God, who else did you call?” Angela asked.

“No one,” Genesis replied. “Your mom was the only one I could find. What’s the big deal, anyway? Even I would want my parents to know if I got in an accident.”

“Yeah, well, I’m….”

Angela trailed off. The bathroom door opened and her mother strolled out. Vivian was dressed in a red pencil skirt and a frilly black top. She had a fresh coat of makeup on her face. She sat on the other side of the table and crossed her legs.

“So I have a ton of questions,” she said. “First—” She turned to Genesis. “—who are you?”

“Uh… well…” Genesis stammered.

“That’s Genesis,” Angela said. “My girlfriend.”

Vivian tilted her head slightly.

“Okay, next question,” she said. “Girlfriend?”