I just *love* this music, Swanky. She’s my brother, you know.”
“Indian?” he asked.
“But American. Not Asian,” she clarified. She didn’t think. Point is, she was home, listening to her old music on her old phonograph player. All the Wells: well well well. That was an old joke she shared with Patty Spearmint, her bestie since grade school going on high school. Schneider would enjoy it too. If he were alive to hear it. All the Wells were musical, geniuses even. Rosie decided to part ways with the rest and become a scientist. Now she worked on the Crabwoo Revitalization Project or whatever the heck they’re calling it these days. Blue Feather Redevelopment Initiative — something. And she had that single eye which was different too.
They tried burying it in the front yard that day, but it just popped right back up. They had to accept her as a sister, albeit different.
Rosie at work, realizing she should have bought a telescope instead of a microscope for future research.