“My symbol is a ladder on a wheel.” Melissa answered. “A girl climbs up the ladder, only to discover that she is suddenly at the bottom again, as the wheel turns.”
“Intriguing, Melissa.” Ivan remarked, as the class considered the girl’s symbol. The desks were arranged in a horseshoe once again. “An obvious moral interpretation?”
“Of course.” Melissa shrugged. She was an intelligent, hostile brunette. Tristram had never seen her smile. “The girl thinks she knows where to go, but then her world is turned upside down and she has to start again.”
Tristram wondered what Melissa had just shown him. He felt suddenly as if he knew her better, even though she hadn’t really told him anything.
Melissa did not look directly at anyone when the attention was on her. Tristram concluded that she had t
