It was all just a theory, formed under some amount of pressure, but I was certain one finger in the right place would be all that it would take. I don't think I quite persuaded anyone of my opinion, but I persevered, and the theory was put to the test.

Careful setup, precise touch, then the effort. Stillness, other than the muscles needed.

First nothing, then momentum. Going smoothly.

She knew it was going to work in the same instant I did, and we both drew breath to speak.

"I hate you," she said. Concisely, in haste.

I fear that she saw me smile at that. Right or wrong, I felt I knew exactly what she meant.