Chapter Four
What Means Yes?
So, I was a little flustered, when Klaus and I met for the second time.
It was as though the terms of the relationship that we did not yet have had already been established, a foregone conclusion.
I didn’t even want a relationship: Not with anyone, really; certainly not with Klaus.
“You are not interested?” Ala had said, in response to my expressed preference for a solitary life, during one of our early exchanges of personal information. “But this is your thought, yes? Your . . . position.”
I nodded slowly but I wasn’t really sure what she meant.
Apparently, this was visible.
We worked in an odd cluster at the university, a kind of ragged-edged interdisciplinary scrum of people: psychologists, biologists, chemists, neurologists—before you even get to th
