“Hi there!” Selena said cheerfully, entering the apartment. Shopping has always been lifting her spirits. “I tried to come back as soon as possible! Oh, I see you're reading the “100 of the greatest masters of mind?”
“I had absolutely nothing to do,” Evanford shrugged. “This book is quite superficial – a mix of psychologists, philosophers, and some cases of an outright fraud.”
“Of course, it has little to do with science. But it's useful because some of the most important points about meaningful personalities are summarized in one place. Take Ugo Mayerstamm, for one. His name is known even by those who were never interested in psychology, but not many people can tell much about his concepts off the top of their heads. But here they are explained in a digestible style, so people could easily remember the main ideas. For example, there are two powerful forces fighting within a person – instincts of life and death...”
“Or speculating that a person has a personality core, pure by its nature,” Evanford spoke. “And the husk of rules, expectations, experiences that stick to it during the life. Henry once told me about it.”
“You had a curious childhood,” the girl smiled.
“Not when I was a child,” Kevin shook his head. “I didn't have any contact with him back then. I moved in with him after my parents' death,” he said calmly.
Selena gave him a sympathetic look and pulled the light cotton T-shirt and the pants out of the branded shopping bag. Evanford had to admit – she guessed correctly, he would've bought something like that himself.
“It's easily soiled, but I hope we won't have to swim in slops any more,” Silver said. “Here are the shoes... And I took care about this too, don't worry,” she pulled out two different pieces of male underwear. “I wasn't sure what design you'll like more. I've also bought myself a dress, I'll put it on after having a shower. You can change here while I'm in the bathroom.”
“Ok,” Evanford nodded. “Thanks for your help. I'll say goodbye when I'll be going.”
“You'll wait for me,” Selena said seriously. The look of her dark eyes has pinned Kevin to the couch. “You think I can think of anything else after what happened? I have to check all possible clues before turning to the book again. I mean, we have to do it together. Because we've ended up in the same boat that is carried by sewage torrent, and we're rowing without paddles, with our bare hands. Will we ever get to the shore? We'll see. But first, we'll pay professor a visit.”