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friends and family. Now I was a psychic, being haunted by a man only I could see and stalked by an Irishman who may or may not be dangerous.
    My college experience was going to be great. I could tell.
    A couple hours later I was checking my email when there was a knock on the bedroom door.
    “Come in,” I called, barely glancing away from the screen.
    The knob jiggled, then I heard Grandpa’s muffled voice. “It’s locked.”
    I sighed, clicked back to my inbox, then stood and crossed the room in a few long strides. I turned the lock quickly and pulled the door open. “Sorry, Grandpa.”
    His thin face was lifted in his usual smile and he waved my apology aside as he stepped into the room. “A girl needs her space, I suppose.” He moved for my bed, then lowered himself onto it with a groan. “Your grandmother is a slave driver. The backyard’s looking good, though. Have you seen it?”
    “Not yet,” I admitted, sitting at my desk but turned toward him.
    “Well, it may be my last work, so I hope she enjoys it.” I smiled, and he slapped his hands against his knees. “So, how was the first day?”
    I lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “Good. It was nice to get back into a routine.”
    His kind eyes shined behind his glasses, and the similarity
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    between him and my dad nearly took my breath away. “You know,” he said lowly, “I’m glad you can lie and be brave for your sisters, but you can tell me what you’re really feeling.”
    “What do you mean?” I asked, stalling.
    He regarded me firmly. “Sweety, you’re your father’s daughter.
    That boy had so many thoughts in his head; he rarely told everyone what he was thinking. He learned to trust me, though. I want you to know that you can, too.”
    I sighed and turned back to my laptop. I knew it was rude, but I didn’t really want to talk right now. “I’m fine, Grandpa.” I could imagine him bobbing his head, the light catching the lenses of his glasses. “Well, you know where to find me if you need me.”
    I nodded silently, still staring at the bright screen.
    “You know,” he said broadly. “I’m glad you’re going out with the Phelps boy tonight. He’s a good kid.”
    “Yeah. I’m really lucky to have someone like him. My mom really approved.”
    “Are you . . . you know . . . serious with him?” I blinked, then turned to face him. He was actually blushing a little. “Grandpa, how much is Grandma paying you to talk to me?”
    “Nonsense! I can’t talk to my granddaughter?”
    “About my boyfriend?”
    “Maybe she promised me another cookie before bed.” I smiled with him, but then he reached across the small space to take my hand. “Just because your parents approved doesn’t mean you have to love him. You understand that, right?” Sometimes my grandfather’s perception shocked me. This was one of those times.
    He released my hand, patted my knee, then wished me good luck on my date before closing the door.
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    Five
    Aaron was there right on time. The twins made kissy noises from the kitchen as I called a good night to my grandma. There was a time my sisters would have embarrassed me like crazy, but not tonight. Maybe that was because I knew Aaron was used to them, or maybe it was just because I didn’t care so much anymore.
    I shut the door firmly behind us and walked with Aaron to his car. The warm early evening breeze rippled through my loose hair, tossing it back over my shoulders. I noticed that Aaron had showered and changed into nicer clothes for our date. Dark jeans and a black button-up shirt opening to reveal a white T underneath.
    I was wearing exactly what I’d worn to school; Light jeans, frayed at the bottoms, and a simple red themed top. I hadn’t even worn any jewelry, or body spray. I hoped he didn’t notice, because I didn’t want him to realize I wasn’t really trying.
    As was usual, he opened the door for me and I slipped into