School

Monday night, Ruth had one of those nightmares that psychoanalysts love to make a big deal out of. She dreamt that she was... no, it wasn't she. She dreamt that she was someone else, and she was naked in a public place, with everyone staring and pointing and making noise. She had some books, and a large notebook, and she tried to cover her breasts and crotch, but she dropped them, and people laughed when she couldn't cover herself with her hands. It was a frightening dream. It was just a fragment, really. Ruth figured that everyone has a dream like that sometime.

Tuesday, in Psychology class, they discussed ESP: precognition, telepathy, telekinesis, out-of-body experiences, paranormal things like that. Ruth said, "That's bunk. Prof. Lamachi, I challenge you to show some objective evidence of genuine ESP. If you can't, Dr. Lamachi, stop pretending that psychology is a science."

"Miss Minton," he said, "there is evidence and there is evidence. Some people just don't have the talent, and