Gerome wondered how she could have so much knowledge inside her head without it aching, swelling. exploding.
“What is it like to remember everything? Do you not feel pressure on your head?”
She smiled her shy smile: “My mind is full fragmented images, bits of conversations, book pages, numbers, faces, places all swirling around. When I need to remember a certain thing, I reach into the swirl and pull out the pieces to make the whole.”
“You remember emotions: sorrow, loss, grief, loneliness? Feel pain, anger, fear?”
“Yes, reproach, rejection, humiliation, regret, jealousy. My own and what I’ve seen in others.”
Gerome put his hand on her shoulder. “Happy times?”
“Oh yes,” she said, not seeming to mind his supportive hand, “Joy, smiles, weddings, births, laughter, teasing, tickles, learning, reading, scribing, dancing, frolicking, walks in meadows full of flowers.”
Her smile grew wider, her eyes brighter as she remembered the good as well as the bad.
“Gerome, just because I’ve seen evil, doesn’t mean I have to see it again everyday. I’ve eaten the fruit of bitterness but that doesn’t mean I need to be bitter myself.”