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same material； but so far it doesn’t。 Having new ears makes the stories new again。”
“I hear good things about you from Curt。 He says your class is among the most requested at the
university。”
My cheeks warmed a bit at this praise。 “That’s nice to hear。 How is your partner？”
“Curt is wonderful； thank you。 Our hosts are in excellent shape for their ages。 We have many years
ahead of us； I think。”
I was curious if she would stay on this world； if she would move to another human host when the time
came； or if she would leave。 But I didn’t want to ask any questions that might move us into the more
difficult areas of discussion。
“I enjoy teaching；” I said instead。 “It’s somewhat related to my Calling with the See Weeds； so that
makes it easier than something unfamiliar。 I’m indebted to Curt for requesting me。”
“HonoraryProfessor；” I corrected her。
Kathy smiled and then took a deep breath； her smile fading。 “You haven’t been to see me in so long； I
was wondering if your problems were resolving themselves。 But then it occurred to me that perhaps the
reason for your absence was that they were getting worse。”
I stared down at my hands and said nothing。
My hands were light brown—a tan that never faded whether I spent time in the sun or not。 One dark
freckle marked the skin just above my left wrist。 My nails were cut short。 I disliked the feeling of long
nails。 They were unpleasant when they brushed the skin wrong。 And my fingers were so long and
thin—the added length of fingernails made them look strange。 Even for a human。
She cleared her throat after a minute。 “I’m guessing my intuition was right。”
“Kathy。” I said her name slowly。 Stalling。 “Why did you keep your human name？ Did it make you feel…
more at one？ With your host； I mean？” I would have liked to know about Curt’s choice as well； but it
was such a personal question。 It would have been wrong to ask anyone besides Curt for the answer；
even his partner。 I worried that I’d already been too impolite； but she laughed。
“Heavens； no； Wanderer。 Haven’t I told you this？ Hmm。 Maybe not； since it’s not my job to talk； but to
listen。 Most of the souls I speak with don’t need as much encouragement as you do。 Did you know I
came to Earth in one of the very first placements； before the humans had any idea we were here？ I had
human neighbors on both sides。 Curt and I had to pretend to be our hosts for several years。 Even after
we’d settled the immediate area； you never knew when a human might be near。 SoKathy just became
who I was。 Besides； the translation of my former name was fourteen words long and did not shorten
prettily。” She grinned。 The sunlight slanting through the window caught her eyes and sent their silver green
reflection dancing on the wall。 For a moment； the emerald irises glowed iridescent。
I’d had no idea that this soft； cozy woman had been a part of the front line。 It took me a minute to
process that。 I stared at her； surprised and suddenly more respectful。 I’d never taken forters very
seriously—never had a need before now。 They were for those who struggled； for the weak； and it
shamed me to be here。 Knowing Kathy’s history made me feel slightly less awkward with her。 She
understood strength。
“Did it bother you？” I asked。 “Pretending to be one of them？”
“No； not really。 You see； this host was a lot to get used to—there was so much that was new。 Sensory
overload。 Following the set pattern was quite as much as I could handle at first。”
“And Curt… You chose to stay with your host’s spouse？ After it was over？”
This question was more pointed； and Kathy grasped that at once。 She shifted in her seat； pulling her legs
up and folding them under her。 She gazed thoughtfully at a spot just over my head as she answered。
“All very good reasons why Curt and I might have formed an attachment and decided to stay together
when secrecy was no longer necessary。 And I could lie to you； assuage your fears； by telling you that
these were the reasons。 But…” She shook her head and then seemed to settle deeper into her chair； her
eyes boring into me。 “In so many millennia； the humans never did figurelove out。 How much is physical；
how much in the mind？ How much accident and how much fate？ Why did perfect matches crumble and
impossible couples thrive？ I don’t know the answers any better than they did。 Love simply is where it is。
My host loved Curt’s host； and that love did not die when the ownership of the minds changed。”
She watched me carefully； reacting with a slight frown when I slumped in my seat。
“Melanie still grieves for Jared；” she stated。
I felt my head nod without willing the action。
“Yougrieve for him。”
I closed my eyes。
“The dreams continue？”
“Every night；” I mumbled。
“Tell me about them。” Her voice was soft； persuasive。
“I don’t like to think about them。”
“I know。 Try。 It might help。”
“How？ How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes？ That I wake up and cry
when he’s not there？ That the memories are so strong I can’t separate hers from mine anymore？”
I stopped abruptly； clenching my teeth。
Kathy pulled a white handkerchief from her pocket and offered it to me。 When I didn’t move； she got
up； walked over to me； and dropped it in my lap。 She sat on the arm of my chair and waited。
I held on stubbornly for half a minute。 Then I snatched the little square of fabric angrily and wiped my
eyes。
“I hate this。”
“Everybody cries their first year。 These emotions are so impossible。 We’re all children for a bit； whether
we intended that or not。 I used to tear up every time I saw a pretty sunset。 The taste of peanut butter
“Such pretty； shiny hair；” she noted。 “Every time I see you it’s shorter。 Why do you keep it that way？”
Already in tears； I didn’t feel like I had much dignity to defend。 Why claim that it was easier to care for；
as I usually did？ After all； I’d e here to confess and get help—I might as well get on with it。
“It bothersher。 She likes it long。”
She didn’t gasp； as I half expected she would。 Kathy was good at her job。 Her response was only a
second late and only slightly incoherent。
“You… She… she’s still that…present？ ”
The appalling truth tumbled from my lips。 “When she wants to be。 Our history bores her。 She’s more
dormant while I’m working。 But she’s there； all right。 Sometimes I feel like she’s as present as I am。” My
voice was only a whisper by the time I was done。
“Wanderer！” Kathy exclaimed； horrified。 “Why didn’t you tell me it was that bad？ How long has it been
this way？”
“It’s getting worse。 Instead of fading； she seems to be growing stronger。 It’s not as bad as the Healer’s
case yet—we spoke of Kevin； do you remember？ She hasn’t taken control。 She won’t。 I won’t let that
happen！” The pitch of my voice climbed。
“Of course it won’t happen；” she assured me。 “Of course not。 But if you’re this… unhappy； you should
have told me earlier。 We need to get you to a Heale