finger.
"Holy shit. You are telling me that you're a psychic. Wow. Ok," and he sat back in his seat , running his hand through his black hair.
I didn't know what to say, so I just took another bite of pie and looked anywhere but at Jack. There was a guy working on his laptop at a nearby table and a woman eating by herself at another table. I did a double take when I realized that the woman was actually a man in drag. The Adam’s apple gave it away. The pie in my mouth seemed to have doubled in size as I tried to swallow it down my throat, which was trying to close up. I just kept chewing and chewing. I had a horrible feeling that I resembled a cow.
"Ally?" Jack reached over the table, turning my chin gently to make me look at him. "So, can you read minds, or what?"
I shook my head. "No," I whispered, finally managing to choke down the pie. "I just get these visions, I guess. I've had two of them now. It sounds pretty crazy, huh?"
"Yeah, it does," he touched my face again. "But it also makes sense."
I just stared at him. "What do you mean? In what universe does this make sense?"
"Well, it makes sense because we've ruled out most everything else, except maybe a brain tumor. Do you think that could be your problem?" His smile told me that he was teasing.
I tried to smile back, but it was a half-hearted attempt. "I don't think it's a brain tumor. Do you believe me, Jack? Really?"
He smiled that wonderful smile I was beginning to be addicted to. "Yeah, which makes me crazy, too, I guess. But I do believe you, Ally. How could I not? So, Veronica Albluth is pregnant by some guy who's smacking her around? That's not right. We need to figure out who he is."
And now I started crying in earnest. Great big heaving sobs. Wonderful. I was starting to attract unwanted attention, so Jack, sweet, wonderful Jack, stood up and slid into my side of the booth. He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side, shielding me from the rest of the coffee shop patrons, while handing me more napkins with his other hand. "Shh. Don't cry. It's ok." He stroked my hair as I continued to sob messily.
"You believe me? I can't believe you believe me. Jack, I can't tell you what this means to me. Why do you believe me?" I pulled away to look at him. "My story is completely unbelievable. You shouldn't believe me. It sounds like something from Harry Potter or some other fantasy." I was out of dry napkins so Jack got up and fetched a few from the refill counter.
As he slid back into his side of the booth he said, "Well, for one thing, your grandmother and Tara seem like pretty reliable people, your grandmother's ancestral tea set aside. I haven't met your mother yet, so I can't speak for her. In addition, I have been watching you all year long in two classes every day and you don't seem given to drama of any sort."
Wait a minute--he'd been watching me all year? What?
"So, what's up with the dizziness and that crazy heat that you give off? That's happened both times, hasn't it?"
" Yeah, it has. I don't know why it happens." I shook my and blew my nose, in what I hoped was not a disgusting way. "Grams is looking into it, doing some family research. It's pretty darn inconvenient, if you hadn't noticed."
"It's fine, Ally. I don't think anyone else really noticed it was you. It’s none of their business, anyway. You said this runs in your family. So does your grandmother have any powers? Like maybe knowing when people are coming over or something? Hmm?" he gave me a rather pointed look. He was apparently a pretty smart guy.
I finally was able to smile for real. "Yeah, she can touch stuff and tell 'things' about the owner. She goes through my stuff all the time. Kinda sucks, not gonna lie."
"So that explains the tea party. What about your mother?"
"She finds things. It definitely comes in handy. We never lose our car keys or the remote." I couldn't believe he was so understanding. "Doesn't this freak you out at all?"
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