Free Mind Games by Jeanne Marie Grunwell Page A

hard when I think about it, and sometimes I get these pains. Right where I think my heart must be. I wonder if that's how Marina's grandma felt before she died.
    I talked to my grandma about it. She's getting up there, and maybe her heart isn't so good. I worry that maybe she's going to leave us, too.
    I asked her, does she get those heart pains like I do?
    She said yeah. She does. She does get them sometimes when she thinks about Ma. But it hurts less and less these days. Once in a while she can think about her and it doesn't hurt even a little.
    Grandma's good and strong. She says I shouldn't worry. She'll be around a long while yet.
    To be on the safe side, I asked Claire the psychic about that. You know what Claire said? She said Grandma's right. We've got lots of time ahead of us. Good times, too, Claire says.
    Sometimes I don't think that can be. But then I'll be outside on the court. It's so cold, colder than the day Ma died.
    "Cold?" Marina laughs at me. "In Russia this is like the springtime."
    No freaking way, I tell her. What did Babushka think was so great about Russia, anyhow?
    Me and Marina start playing and sure enough, we get warm real fast. Our hearts are pumping that blood good.
    And that little chest pain, the one you get from breathing in the freezing air—pretty soon it does go away.

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Conclusion
Ben Lloyd
    W E HAVE DEFINED ESP AS THE PROCESS OF ACCUMU lating knowledge that cannot be gained through the use of our five known senses.
    When we attempted to crack the lottery, careful scientific methodology was unsuccessful—although, given ample time, I am confident it would have worked. Meanwhile, haphazard guessing led to a $500 jackpot. Was this a coincidence? Or were other forces at work?
    When Claire drew pictures formed in Kathleen's mind with no assistance from the five known senses, the probability of coincidence decreased significantly. However, the unexpected appearance of said results remains to be explained.
    It would seem that interpretation of these findings requires intellectual reserves of a paranormal nature. Failing these, one must fall back on intuition.
    My mother says that without intuition, scientists might not have stumbled upon nuclear physics, cellular biology, or modern medicine.
    I recently read a biography of Marie Curie, and I see that she may have a point.
    My mother has read this same biography.
    We talk about books and reading and writing. We talk about reporting, which starts with a question—just like science.
    We have conversations that my intuition would have said were not possible.
    As a scientist, I resolve to hone my intuition.
    I'm thinking of asking Claire to help me. Are you reading this, Claire?

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Conclusion
Kathleen Phelps
    (as told to Claire Phelps)
    W E BELIEVE IN ESP. W E THINK YOU KNOW WHY . T HIS is the funnest project we ever did. Mr. Ennis is the best teacher we ever had. We are a pair of normal sisters again. We can't wait till next year.

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Conclusion
Claire Phelps
    W ATCH M ARINA AND B RANDON ON THE BASKETBALL court. The more they practice, the more they know what the other person will do. They don't have to talk; usually they don't even have to look.
    Who says telepathy is an "extra" sense?
    For twelve years, Kat and I never tried to see things through each other's eyes. And we didn't.
    Now Ji and I have stopped trying. And we don't.

    Kathleen and I
are
like other sisters. We are like other friends, in the most important way. We need each other.
    That doesn't mean things are great between us—or even good most of the time. But we are trying.
    What if I'd wound up in the origami club like I originally planned? Somehow Mr. Ennis knew we belonged in Mad Science. Maybe we should give him a Zener card test someday.

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Sources
Benjamin D. Lloyd
    Bender, David L., and Bruno Leone, ed.
Paranormal Phenomena: Opposing Viewpoints
. San Diego: Greenhaven Press, 1991.
    Cassill, Kay.
Twins: Nature's Amazing Mystery
. New York: Atheneum,