Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Her sister, Susan, the perpetually logical and science-minded one, had decided to become a Shinto priestess. Evelyn stared at her sister across the table, the half-eaten sushi on their plates suddenly unappetizing.

She pushed the chopsticks around in her hands, her fingers numb. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Her sister, usually so pragmatic, had spoken with a strange, otherworldly serenity.

“But… science?” Evelyn finally blurted out, the word sounding inadequate. Susan just smiled, a gentle, knowing smile that left Evelyn feeling utterly adrift.