“I don’t. Not really anyway. Look, it’s complicated.” Maggie didn’t really want to tell Christopher about how she had met Charlotte. Partly because it had led her to need diapers at night for almost a week, but also because saying it out loud would make it sound even more insane than it already seemed in her mind.
“So what did you find out about her?” Maggie pointed to Christopher’s phone.
“Let’s see,” he said and he scrolled down. “Born in 1947. Three Ph.D’s: Physics, biomechanical engineering and computer engineering. She was one of those annoying child prodigies who is good at almost everything. Finished high school at eleven. Apparently she had some kind of mental breakdown at Woodstock in ’69 when she was 22. It says something about severe mental regression due to a bad acid trip. Apparently it took her years to recover. After that, she worked mostly on some of the more out-there things.”