“I didn’t see you humping an ice sculpture,” I said. “You were grinding against the snow.”
She buried her face into her hands. “Okay. I don’t want to talk about this.”
“No, let’s get this out.”
“I’m not doing this with you.” She kept her face hidden. “I’m crazy okay.”
“I’m fine with that.”
“I swear on everything.” She lifted her face from her hands. “I swear on everything that I believe in that I saw this man.”
“Ice sculpture,” I corrected.
“Whatever. I saw this snowman come alive right in front of me. He talked.”
“Talked?”
“And not just in a normal way. He talked like he had a freaking doctorate degree in new age philosophy. He said he was a spirit and. . .”
“You had sex with him?”
“Yes.”
I wasn’t perfect. Jealousy rushed through me. I didn’t have a right to say the next words. She wasn’t my lady. She could do whatever she wanted with her life, but still, I had to ask. “Why would you have sex with him?”
“Why? You’re asking why I would have sex with him? Shouldn’t we be focused on the fact that he came alive in the first place?”
“Sure, but I’m still angry about the sex. You didn’t even know him. I mean how long was he alive?”
She looked around as if hoping that someone was in the other room to talk to. “You’re even crazier than me. That should not be the next thing to say. The first thing you should be saying is, Faith, there is no such thing as ice sculptures walking around and talking.”
“Did he satisfy you?”
“Oh my God.” She laughed. “Really?”
“If this thing came alive—”
“It did.”
“Faith, even if it did or you imagined it—”
“It did. You think I’m crazy?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
She glared at me. “It does.”
Silence passed through us.
I walked over and kneeled in front of her, struggling to grasp my head around her story.
What should I do?
I decided to suspend reality for Faith and take a minute to listen to what she’d said. To her, something happened. Whether it really did or not wasn’t the point.
Our thoughts created our reality.
If she believed this happened, it did, and there was nothing that could ever erase this experience in her mind. Even if she realized that it all had been an insane imagination, it still occurred for her.