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Hubble Over Slurpees
Tom and Sara lie in a field on a blanket they've spread out. The tops
of their heads almost touching; Tom's legs are pointed west and
Sara's, east.
"It's too bad we can't really see the Milky Way," Tom says. He
reaches for his Slurpee, a mix of Orange Crush, Pepsi, 7-Up and vodka.
For extra authenticity, he'd even stolen the vodka from his father's
liquor cabinet when he dropped his daughter off for his parents to
babysit. Just like old times he'd said to Sara as he took the bottle
out from under his coat when he'd climbed back into her little Toyota.
"Too much light pollution, even this far away from town," Sara says.
"It's still gorgeous, though. So many more stars than in the city.
And past the stars, billions of galaxies all shooting away from each
other."
Sara says, "You know the universe didn't start expanding until Hubble
discovered the red-shift in the thirties."
"What?" Tom tilts his head to look at Sara.
"Until then the Copernican model was on top. Newton, even Einstein,
bought into it and the universe just sat there static."
They'd shared a joint after parking on the gravel road.
"So the universe didn't start expanding until Hubble decided it should?"
Sara sips her Slurpee &emdash; pure Dr. Pepper and vodka &emdash; and
replies, "Yup. Hubble just believed it more than the other guys. He
wanted it to be that way so bad."
"That's not how the world works."
"Of course it is, " she cups her hands behind her head. "Reality
can't exist without imagination. It's more malleable than you think."
"And what about the aliens that must be out there amongst the
trillions of stars? Our imagination created them? What do they think
of that?"
"You'd have to ask them. I wonder if we'll see any shooting stars tonight?"
"We should have come out for Perseids in the summer."
"I was too busy, " she says.
"I know."
They lie in silence for a while watching the stars wheel overhead.
Sara asks, "How's Madison doing?"
"Pretty good. Grade one is a little intimidating, I think. But she
had two friends over at her mother's last weekend so I guess she's
making friends okay."
"Good to hear. She's a sweetie."
Later, when they're both done their Slurpees and the night is getting
cooler, they lie against each other, Sara's back against Tom's chest.
After a little while Tom clears his throat in an embarrassed way and
pulls his hips away from her.
Sara giggles and then says, "Tom, I'd love to, you know I would. But
I can't right now."
"I know. That part of the male anatomy has a mind of its own." After
a moment he adds, "Do you really believe that about Hubble, that the
world is so dependent on our imagination?"
"I think I do. Isn't it a wonderful way to think about the world?"
"So if we believed enough in a cure, you think it would happen for you?"
"Could be. But maybe what I really want to believe in is an
afterlife. That might be the more interesting possibility."
Tom doesn't know what to say to that, and so he doesn't say anything
else. Eventually, the two of them doze off under the stars.