Salem's Sight by Eden Elgabri Read Free Book Online

each other, although it should have.
I was stunned to find out that not only did Vera Taunton remember
my mother as a child, but she was also a friend of my
grandmother.
    When she said I could visit anytime, I
decided to take her up on it. I wanted to know more about my
grandmother, and let’s face it; the best place to learn about
someone is not going to be from that person’s child.
    If my grandmother really did have
psychic ability, then her friend might have a different take on it
than my mother did.
    I also should have realized the kitten
coup was a little too easy. When we got home my mother dropped the
bomb. My nutso appointment was for the next day. She was giving me
the pet and in return I would have to talk about my
issues.
    Issues. Interesting way to put
it.
    Just when I thought I had put one over
on her, I find she really put one over on me. I mean, what was I
going to do? Refuse? After getting the kitten? Yeah,
right.
    I would have agreed to anything. It
didn’t matter. Who minds a head shrinker when you have an animal to
love?
    When I thought about it later I had to
laugh. My mother and I were a lot alike. I used the death card to
get the kitten and she used the kitten to get me to the
shrink.
    Manipulative. Both of us.
    ****
     
    Now some things are just easier said
than done. That’s how I felt when I stood outside Dr. Martin’s
office shuffling my feet and trying to find a way to
evaporate.
    Instead the hot senior, Robby, the one
who had stared at me in school a few weeks ago, opened the door and
walked right into me.
    In order not to fall over, I grabbed
at his shirt and his hands went around my waist to steady me. I had
to look straight up to see his face. He was at least six feet tall
and way cuter close up. I felt weak like I’d been swimming too long
in the hot sun. Then I noticed the most devastatingly beautiful
blue eyes in the world were once again looking at me like I had two
heads.
    “ Whoa, um, hi,” he
said.
    Okay not exactly the most literate of
boys, but with that face who needed words.
    Then it dawned on me. He was coming
out of the shrink’s office. Evidently he also had ‘issues.’
Gorgeous or not, I wasn’t getting hung up on a loony
tune.
    “ You’re here to see…” he
looked toward the door.
    “ Dr. Martin. I’d better go
in or I’ll miss my appointment.”
    He took his hands away and I opened
the door wishing I could take the last few minutes back. I’d much
rather be held by a lunatic than share my soul with a
shrink.
    I looked back and he was still
standing there, only now I sensed it wasn’t a two heads look, it
was an ‘umm’ look and he was giving it to me.
    Figures. A guy that good looking
checking me out and he has to be missing some screws.
    At least my luck is
consistent.
    Dr. Martin stood, walked over to me,
and shook my hand. The wrong hand. The other one remained on the
door and I continued to peer out at Robby who was still standing
there.
    Dr. Martin nodded to him then said to
me, “You can shut the door and have a seat.”
    “ Sorry, window-shopping,” I
said as I took a few steps then flopped down into the soft maroon
leather chair opposite his desk. It was comfortable even if I
wasn’t. “I suppose the local nuthouse isn’t the best place to go
scooping out the region’s hotties.”
    Now it was the good doctor’s turn to
look at me like I had a problem bigger than he anticipated. I was
surprised when the corner of his mouth turned into a hint of a
grin.
    “ First, Salem, this isn’t a
nuthouse and I wasn’t aware my son was one of the regions hotties.
I’ll refrain from telling him. Wouldn’t want it to go to his
head.”
    I shrank down in the chair and prayed
it’d swallow me whole while I tried to cover my face with my hands.
For a girl with such good grades, I cornered the market on
dumb.
    I so should have been born tow-headed
blond. There were times when the dim-witted things I uttered turned
stupid into an art form. This was one of