“Huh?” Laine asked. She couldn’t believe her crazy imagination had created all this from what one of the youth counselors had said at staffing about a cow that scientists injected with spider DNA. “It’s true Marilyn,” had said. “The cows started to produce these super strong fibers in their milk.” Laine wondered how these genetic experimentations had made their way into her writing and how the things Morrigan was plucking out of the milk had to do with love visions. She could only deduce that it was some mishap of nature that made Morrigan’s delusions appear so strong and integral that she mistook them for reality. But there was many a woman who’d done worse, Laine thought, when deceived by love. Laine felt sorry for Morrigan in a way, but in a way she admired her imagination and ability to make anything beautiful, even things like heartbreak and how she somehow managed to forge a new life for herself in the nadir of her depression was beyond her, thinking back to the time she was lying with her head on the carpet of her apartment in Montana, when her life felt completely stagnant.
She looked at the bull. “Oh my god, this is the same bull from—from my past,” Laine said. “Yet he is different. There’s more to him than there used to be.
“This is Donn Cúailnge,” Mórrígan said. “The prize bull everyone is searching for.” It was like the brown bull had followed her from the last story to arrive in this one, which comforted her, but Laine didn’t tell Morrigan this.
“Still, I don’t understand why the battle is being fought over a cow,” Laine said.
Laine remembered from the story he was considered the best in all the land because he was the most virile and in those days cows were currency. “It is said that his potency alone can knock up seven heifers in his proximity,” Morrigan said.
Laine nearly choked on her milk. They were sitting down on the grass, taking a break underneath an overhang now. She sat up. Morrigan wiped the grass from Laine’s back. “But if this is Donn, we’re milking?” Laine asked. “How does he have udders?” She could still not stop from laughing at this. It was just so ridiculous.
“He’s the embodiment of your higher self through the perfect blend of masculine and feminine,” Laine said. What was it to be a woman, not necessarily masculine or eccentric but in alignment with her own strength and authenticity? “This project is a manifestation of these energies,” Morrigan said. She hoped that in the future this cow story would turn out to be her cash cow, so she could do more good in the world, even though she wasn’t sure of Donn’s pronouns. She didn’t know how to respectfully address him, but this added to his intrigue in her eyes.
Laine wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was getting warm now. And fruit flies were starting to swarm near the milk, and Laine thought she might have been in danger if she hadn’t known she was so protected because of her faith. She realized what Morrigan meant—that Donn represented her masculine and feminine traits that were apparently working in perfect harmony now. Maybe her masculine energy was her driving force to continue on with her goals even when she seemingly didn’t have the strength, moving beyond doubt and fear, and her feminine qualities nurtured her with care, telling her she’d done enough when she had and to let her mind rest.
“But magic is real,” Morrigan said.
“I keep seeing synchronicities about Italy,” Laine said, “It makes me feel like that’s where I’m supposed to go.” Laine didn’t know the how, but it didn’t seem to matter. Maybe all the experiences she’d lived and struggled with would help her bloom in her future. If she ever lived in a foreign land, struggling to understand the language, she’d better understand the difficulties the students at the school were experiencing to become a success in a foreign land.
Laine thought it was nice to work in her own classroom because that meant she was respected at least more than most kitchen jobs she worked. She reasoned that she could not have been named after a famous movie actress if she was not destined to become a great actor on a stage, if not to become a great teacher?
“Business success?” Laine asked again.
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” Morrigan said.
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