Part of a Story

Dani Rosenbaum kicked slowly through the brown leaves of fall.  September's heat still had not broken over LA, but the marine layer curled up the bluffs from Marina del Rey.
She had become old, by the measure of years in Los Angeles; nearing forty.  A character actress, now, in the Industry;  nearly a Before Digital Gal.

The winds had swirled her about the City of Our Lady.  Many were destroyed, desecrated by rape and pill.  She was old enough to guess that her survival was not merely her making, nor fate.

"C'est quelque chose qui disparaît lorsque décrite."  A strange quest, a Mission Statement; read by the blind, uncomprehending.  Sister Bridgid was the first living breathing human being to read it, to answer it back intelligently.  Not a haughty droplet of French to tease the natives, or intellectualish or mean or small; a concept that made her mind soar.

"Quod aliquid, quae evanescit, quando nominatur." Bridgid offered  "You are a very serious woman.  You would be greatly welcomed here."

At last, a thought reflected not echoed, a mind, a living mind.  

"You have...read my resumé?" fearing the inevitable crush of rejection that had bruised her countless times.

"Of course.  We teach media here, and strive for humanism, innovation and diversity. Is that not your passion?"