Free The Night the Sky Fell by Stephen Levy Page A

acknowledged, “Yes, twenty two pounds.”  
    Julie and Tricia had a moment of epiphany. Julie grabbed a pen and pad and wrote down the number seventeen. “Trish, write down a number—”
    “Seventeen, mom. Try another. Six hundred forty eight.”  
    Julie cheered, “Right, now let me try.”
    Minutes later, Ann walked in amidst Tricia and Julie’s exhilarations. Ann carried a covered tray and said “I missed all the fun. Mom just made—”
      Simultaneously, Julie and Tricia yelled, “Three dozen deviled eggs!”  
    Ann blurted, “Oh, you talked to mom.” And slowly, Julie and Tricia shake their heads no.
    Julie hands the pen and pad to Ann, “Write down a big number, any number.” And as Ann wrote 5,823, the other girls yelled the correct numbers. The pad circulated around the table with numbers going into the millions. Ann discovered that she also had the ability.  
    Interrupting the fun, Stan walked in with a grocery bag. As Stan was about to greet Ann, Julie begged, “Write down a number, Stan.” He looked at the women curiously but obeyed. The threesome looked at one another and shook their heads. “Nothing.” “Me neither.” “Nope.”  
    Stan mocked, “Well, that was fun.”

    As Julie, Tricia and Ann explored their new talents, they attempted to communicate to one another in words; their success was taken a step further: Tricia ran upstairs to her bedroom and thought about Johnny. She was able to receive questions about Johnny from both her mother and Ann. She responded to both. Then, she skipped down the stairs to review the conversations without speech. This resulted in a mix of sounds of jubilation and tears from each woman.
    Peyton could hear sounds of odd happiness from his bedroom while he and Banks played cards. “Why are women so weird, Banks?”
    Banks thought about this question and he thought the best response was, “They are just different, Peyton. Let’s go down stairs and see if your mom wants us to set the table.”

    Later, a long rectangular table was filled with Thanksgiving delicacies. Stan carved the turkey at the head of the table. Present were the Powers and Abrams’ family and Banks and Johnny. As most watched Stan’s slicing, Julie, Tricia and Ann were otherwise engaged: Julie and Tricia stared at each other and Ann joined in as the trio giggled girlishly. Murray recited, “I’ll have what they’re having…remember that line, Dassi?”  
    Dassi nodded as Julie jumped in, “Sorry. I haven’t had a drink for days but right now I feel drunk…better than drunk. Giddy with a guiltless mental high.” Julie laughed again as so did Tricia and Ann.  
    Peyton inquired, “What’s so funny, mom?”  
    Julie snickered, “Oh, we’re just acting silly.” Banks interrupted with a Christian prayer as all bowed their heads. The trio tried hard not to laugh.
    Later, nine satiated diners finished their pumpkin pie. Tricia rested her hand on Johnny’s lap. “Come on upstairs, Johnny…I downloaded a new tune.”  
    Ann fondled Banks’ arm as his eyes questioned for Julie’s permission. “Yes go. Everything is under control here. More pie, Peyton?”  
    Peyton smiled, “I love Thanksgiving. Everyone is so happy.” Dassi and Murray watched the four teens ascend the stairs. They eyed one another with panicky smirks.  
    Julie assuaged their angst, “They’re just going to listen to music, besides, if it gets out of hand, I’ll know. At any rate, Banks is a perfect gentleman. On the other hand, Johnny seems…seasoned.” Stan coughed.
    Upstairs, Tricia swayed to slow music as Johnny looked on. He thought she was performing for him and this was what came before sex. This foreplay seemed so animalistic and natural. Johnny’s heart raced with anticipation.
      Ann knew Tricia’s intentions, but wasn’t sure how Banks would react to the inevitable act. Ann thought that this was pushing Banks too quickly. She slowly took Banks’ hands as the two danced. She