Gemotions

“Well, isn’t this a… turn of events,” the old woman wheezed. They were in a shared waiting room, waiting for an appointment with the same specialist. The woman, Mrs. Gable, leaned forward, her eyes bright with a sharp curiosity. It was clear that she wanted to hear the details.

The question hung in the air, but the tone of the question was the issue. It was a clear display of excitement at the unusual nature of her condition, and not concern. She looked at Mrs. Gable, taking in the wrinkles around her eyes, the thin, disapproving lips. She felt a surge of resentment.

She bit her tongue, refusing to give the woman the satisfaction of her curiosity. She had spent a life trying to navigate this condition, and here was someone ready to treat it as a source of amusement. She picked up her magazine and turned away.