Lollie stared at her transparent, stretched image that was reflected from her computer screen while she randomly typed words into the document window. Sometimes she just held down what ever key her finger happened to touch. She was looking for a pattern. Somewhere in chaos, she remembered from her advanced physics course, there was a pattern.
The universe just looked random, or so they said. “I think they must all be on drugs.” her voice was soft but Sharie, who was carefully crossing the junk strewn studio to deliver hot tea, heard her anyway.
“Who’s on drugs honey” Shari said setting down the mug of chamomile which floated sweet floral steam as it sat near her computer fogging Lollie’s already indistinct image.
“Physicists”
“OK, baby” Shari was Lollie’s best friend she was able to say ‘Ok baby’ to just about anything if it slid from Lollie’s strait and narrow mouth. Especially now. When a friend’s moorings have been dissolved, criticism is just about the last thing you give, Shari thought to herself.