JILL
She motions back to the house. Something about her feels awkward. Awkward in my presence, as if my silence were judgement. “What happened in there … I think it’s going to swing our hypotheses so much closer to … well, actual working theory. If it weren’t for the depths you’re capable of going, the handful of us researching our ontology … we’d still be grasping.”
She sits in the sand and brush with me, her arms hugging her legs. A breeze off the lake makes her hair skim over her face.
“There’s so much we don’t know,” she says, pulling her hair away as if like cobweb. “We don’t even know what sort of framework to put it in. Evolutionary theory? Quantum biology? Theology?” She shakes her head. “It couldn’t come at a better time. Some of us are still so full of doubt.”
She looks at me
