months that she might be sensitive to the spirit world. Though she hadn't said anything, I'd noticed she felt something in my house during a girl's night in. In fact, there are always ghosts hanging out where I live. They don't bother me and I don't mess with them.
But like I said, she had to tell me in her own way.
She stood up and walked over to the fireplace. She put her hand against the rough Texas limestone. "Now I see them everywhere, Bron, as well as I see you right now. I think I'm losing my mind."
"Kira, don't be silly. You've probably been sensitive for a long time but have unconsciously blocked it. Do you ever remember being frightened as a child by people you couldn't explain?"
She paced back and forth in front of the coffee table. "I grew up in a house of strange people." Her mom and dad are hippies. Kira tried to leave that life behind as a high-powered corporate lawyer before she came home to take over the library.
"But I do remember having so many imaginary friends that even my parents looked at me funny. You know how they are; you have to be pretty whacked to even get on their radar."
Couldn't keep from laughing. I reached a hand out to her. "Come sit down. It's okay. You can learn to control this, I promise. I'll help you any way I can."
"I've been researching." She rolled her eyes. "I'm a librarian; it's what we do. There are lots of psychics who say they can talk to the dead. Of course, until a few months ago I thought they were insane too." She finally sat back down. "I'm not crazy am I?"
She asked so earnestly, I felt sorry for her.
"Of course not. Well, you're dating Caleb, but other than that I find you perfectly sane."
That made her smile. Caleb has sort of set himself up as my surrogate bro, while mine is in Africa saving the poor and downtrodden. I pretend very hard that I despise him as much as I do my real brother, but I don't.
She sighed. "I can't tell Caleb. I don't think he'd like the fact that his girlfriend is some kind of freak."
"Now you're being crazy. My God, Kira, that man loves you beyond—beyond. So you're a little psychic. Could be worse. You could be a witch." I smiled and squeezed her hand.
"Don't make fun. You're so powerful and wonderful. But I don't want to tell him. I keep hoping that maybe it will go away." She frowned when I started to say something. "I know, but for now let me hope."
There was no way I'd tell her she would only grow more powerful.
"So, if you need me I'm here. I can help you learn to control it. Even how to send the dead people on their way if they get too obtrusive."
"Really? Oh that's good news. I don't mind so much except when they follow me into the bathroom. I couldn't pee the other night because they were all staring at me."
We both giggled.
"So, what about this party tomorrow night?" I stretched my arms over my head. I didn't feel as achy as I did last week, but my muscles were still tight.
"Do you feel like you're up to it? It's just Margie and her new guy, Billy, Caleb, me and—" She looked down at her fingers.
"And who?"
"Sorry, lost my train of thought. That's it. I thought maybe we could do it at my house, but you still look pale. Would you rather have it here? You don't have to do anything, I'll take care of the house, the food," she smiled, "and of course the decorations."
I didn't really want to leave home, but it would be good to be with the gang again. Sans Sam of course. Stupid, stinky jerk.
I must have frowned.
"Bron, seriously, we don't have to do anything." Kira interrupted my musings.
"No, it's fine. I'm looking forward to it, but let's do it here. I don't think I'm up to going much of anywhere right now."
"No worries." She laughed. "I stole that from you. I'll come by in the morning to get things ready. Oh hey, I was going to put a load of clothes in the wash for you but couldn't find your laundry basket."
"Don't worry about it, Mom did all my laundry before I left. The only thing I'm concerned about is
But like I said, she had to tell me in her own way.
She stood up and walked over to the fireplace. She put her hand against the rough Texas limestone. "Now I see them everywhere, Bron, as well as I see you right now. I think I'm losing my mind."
"Kira, don't be silly. You've probably been sensitive for a long time but have unconsciously blocked it. Do you ever remember being frightened as a child by people you couldn't explain?"
She paced back and forth in front of the coffee table. "I grew up in a house of strange people." Her mom and dad are hippies. Kira tried to leave that life behind as a high-powered corporate lawyer before she came home to take over the library.
"But I do remember having so many imaginary friends that even my parents looked at me funny. You know how they are; you have to be pretty whacked to even get on their radar."
Couldn't keep from laughing. I reached a hand out to her. "Come sit down. It's okay. You can learn to control this, I promise. I'll help you any way I can."
"I've been researching." She rolled her eyes. "I'm a librarian; it's what we do. There are lots of psychics who say they can talk to the dead. Of course, until a few months ago I thought they were insane too." She finally sat back down. "I'm not crazy am I?"
She asked so earnestly, I felt sorry for her.
"Of course not. Well, you're dating Caleb, but other than that I find you perfectly sane."
That made her smile. Caleb has sort of set himself up as my surrogate bro, while mine is in Africa saving the poor and downtrodden. I pretend very hard that I despise him as much as I do my real brother, but I don't.
She sighed. "I can't tell Caleb. I don't think he'd like the fact that his girlfriend is some kind of freak."
"Now you're being crazy. My God, Kira, that man loves you beyond—beyond. So you're a little psychic. Could be worse. You could be a witch." I smiled and squeezed her hand.
"Don't make fun. You're so powerful and wonderful. But I don't want to tell him. I keep hoping that maybe it will go away." She frowned when I started to say something. "I know, but for now let me hope."
There was no way I'd tell her she would only grow more powerful.
"So, if you need me I'm here. I can help you learn to control it. Even how to send the dead people on their way if they get too obtrusive."
"Really? Oh that's good news. I don't mind so much except when they follow me into the bathroom. I couldn't pee the other night because they were all staring at me."
We both giggled.
"So, what about this party tomorrow night?" I stretched my arms over my head. I didn't feel as achy as I did last week, but my muscles were still tight.
"Do you feel like you're up to it? It's just Margie and her new guy, Billy, Caleb, me and—" She looked down at her fingers.
"And who?"
"Sorry, lost my train of thought. That's it. I thought maybe we could do it at my house, but you still look pale. Would you rather have it here? You don't have to do anything, I'll take care of the house, the food," she smiled, "and of course the decorations."
I didn't really want to leave home, but it would be good to be with the gang again. Sans Sam of course. Stupid, stinky jerk.
I must have frowned.
"Bron, seriously, we don't have to do anything." Kira interrupted my musings.
"No, it's fine. I'm looking forward to it, but let's do it here. I don't think I'm up to going much of anywhere right now."
"No worries." She laughed. "I stole that from you. I'll come by in the morning to get things ready. Oh hey, I was going to put a load of clothes in the wash for you but couldn't find your laundry basket."
"Don't worry about it, Mom did all my laundry before I left. The only thing I'm concerned about is
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