Cold hard facts pleased her: theorems and dates and molecular structures. She knew the average actual time for the B and C bus lines stops, and she knew exactly where she was going, and what she was going to do. Life is linear, she was sure, and luckily, she thought that way too. Ducks in a row, her aunt would say, she had her ducks in a row. It felt good to know where she was going; Her past was a series of goals met, as satisfying as it had been enjoyable. Her future was a logically plotted path.