“It’s what I do,” Bettina finished the sentence. “It’s a good description. I can do other things when I’m in that space. I’m here, talking with my friends, for instance. And I can do everyday life stuff. I just don’t want to challenge my story space or shatter it.”
“Fair enough,” said Melissa. “I’ll listen when you tell me things, but I won’t prod any more than I have to.”
“Any more than?”
“If we’re using the same physical space, I might have to talk about it a bit.” Melissa felt far too apologetic. She’d accepted the technical term with no difficulty, but pushing her own work as equally important to Bettina’s was more difficult.
“Try not to,” advised Zelda. “You can do it.” She wore her teacher stance and sounded as if she was giving advice from on-high to someone who had no experienc
