LITMIR.BIZ

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a desire to live and the means of survival. Then we have the moth, who seems willing to immolate himself just to approach the light. One would think the heat would warn him off.”

      “Not if he can’t feel it.”

      He nodded. “Or…if the light is so beautiful the moth wants to approach at any cost.”

      Instinctively, she looked into the candle flame. “It is beautiful.”

      “And for the moth it is at once a desirable goal and a deadly trap.”

      She glanced his way. “Are we talking metaphor here?”

      “Why do people always think I’m speaking in parables?”

      “Maybe because you’re a minister.”

      He laughed at that. “Sorry, I was just marveling at one of nature’s oddities.”

      “There certainly are a few of those. Although…”

      She leaned on her elbows on the table. “Well, I shouldn’t I guess.”

      “What?” he asked.

      “The moths aren’t attracted to the flame.”

      “Is that a fact?” His eyebrow lifted.

      She nodded. “It’s actually the warm candle wax that’s the attraction. The infrared signature of warm candle wax coincides with that of the sex-attractant chemical emitted by female moths. Light-conducting spines on their antennae carry that signal to their brains, and they think there’s a…well…they think there’s a horny female moth there.”

      “That would certainly explain the self-immolation,” Jack said. “Huh. So it’s not the flame at all.”

      “I didn’t mean to spoil it for you.”

      “Not at all! Why would you say that?”

      She shrugged. “People are more comfortable with the familiar. The assumption is woven into the fabric of our language—‘Like a moth to flame.’ Then science comes along and shows something else entirely. People resent it when science turns their beliefs upside down.”

      “Some people do,” he said. “I’m not one of them.”

      Lynn nodded, wondering if his casual smile were covering something else. In her experience, discussing science with religious people tended to end very badly.

      He paused for a moment, then continued, “Lynn, I’ve always felt that we miss so much if we don’t realize that the entire universe around us is full of wonders. Every breath of air, every beat of our hearts, is a kind of miracle. A beautiful, beautiful gift. Understanding why it happens, at a scientific level, doesn’t disprove the miracle. It helps us to appreciate the miracle even more.”

      Right then and there, Lynn decided she liked Jack. And that, she reminded herself, could be a serious problem.

      She jumped to her feet—not too quickly, she hoped—and said, “I’ve had a wonderful time, Jack. Thank you so much. But I have a stack of papers waiting to be graded.”

      He rose immediately. “Then get to it, teach.” With a grin, he shook her hand. “See you around.”

      She nodded and fled while trying to look as if she weren’t fleeing. This was going to be bad. Very bad. A neighbor who cared enough to save the tiniest creature from its own urges, and wasn’t offended when she shot holes in his worldview. Someone she could appreciate and also talk to. Yes, this was going to be very bad.

      To her great relief, she found her living room empty of Delphine. She plopped into a chair and drew a deep breath, taking a moment to look into every dark corner of the room, making sure Delphine wasn’t hiding in the shadows before letting out a deep sigh.

      She was alone.

      Alone was good.

      She could handle alone.

      Right?

      CHAPTER THREE

      “YOU DIDN’T HAVE ANY papers to grade at all.”

      Lynn rolled over in her bed with a groan and pulled the pillow over her head. The first roseate light of dawn was seeping between the Bahama shutters, far too early for rising. On Treasure Island, school started at ten in the morning because so many students went out early to fish with their parents.

      “Go away,” she mumbled and tried to reach for the strands of a really lovely dream she had been having. “It’s too early.”

      “You lied to get away from the nice preacher.”

      Lynn groaned again, rolled over and closed her eyes. “You’re not here. I refuse to observe you and thus the quantum wave does not collapse and thus you are not here.”

      “Don’t be silly, Lynn,” Delphine said, now a warm presence beneath the covers. “You know it doesn’t work that way. You’re not the only observer here. And if the pheromone scent under here is any indication, you weren’t the only observer last night either.”

      Lynn threw back the covers in horror. “Aunt Delphine!”

      Delphine, now sitting primly on the side of the bed, garbed in some diaphanous thing that Lynn remembered from years past, simply smiled. “I’m not going anywhere.”

      Lynn scowled. “Stay out of my bed, Aunt Delphine!”

      “Oh please,” Delphine said, patting Lynn’s foot. “I would never dream of doing something so tawdry. I may be a ghost, but I’m not like that.”

      “Pffft. Don’t eavesdrop on my dreams either.”

      Delphine put a hand over her eyes. “I didn’t see a thing, dear. But it doesn’t take a bloodhound to tell that you had some nice ones.”

      “Arrgh!”

      Lynn leapt out of the bed and headed straight for the shower. When she emerged, Delphine was buffing her nails at Lynn’s vanity table.

      “Feel better?” Delphine asked.

      “I feel less like a broadcast antenna at least.”

      “That’s good, dear,” Delphine said. “And I’m sorry. That was a bit…forward of me. You must understand that in my state of existence, privacy is simply not a relevant concept anymore.”

      Lynn found it impossible to imagine in detail, even while she could understand the theory of superposition and interconnectedness that underlay Delphine’s new experience. Still, the idea of not having a truly private thought was unnerving, to say the least.

      “You look younger,” Lynn said, giving in. Hallucination or not, she found an odd comfort in Delphine’s presence.

      “I can look any age I want to now. In fact, I don’t even have to look human. However, I’ve chosen a younger version from your memories…from back when you thought I was the coolest aunt ever.”

      “How old was I then?” Lynn asked, trying to towel the moisture from her hair and fighting a losing battle against the ever-present humidity. “Three? Four? It must’ve been before the age of reason.”

      Delphine laughed. “I always loved you, Lynn.”

      In spite of her irritation, Lynn felt a pang. “I know, Aunt Delphine. I loved you, too.”

      “Past tense?” Delphine asked, shaking her head.

      Lynn hung her towel over a rod and considered the question. It was customary to speak of the dead in the past tense and yet…“No. I guess not.”

      “Would you like to know what happens when we die?” Delphine asked, looking away as Lynn shrugged on her bra and panties. “You should wait until your skin dries, dear. It will be much easier to get dressed then.”

      “That would mean waiting until January,”

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