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silence that always followed the subject of Dad, I got up. “Want some water?”
    Bill shook his head and I went to the counter to pour myself a glass. When I was there, I noticed the lights flicker again and checked the overhead halogens in case one was burning out. They were fine.
    “Looking for something?” It was the pretty girl Bill liked.
    “The lights are flickering,” I said, surprised I was telling her.
    She smiled at me, putting a lid on her mocha. “Maybe it’s not the lights.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Still smiling, she shrugged and walked out the door.
    When I returned to my chair, Bill asked, “Did you get her name before she left?”
    Before I could answer, the lights flashed again and the power went out in the café. The cash register shut off and the espresso machine went down, inciting more than a few grumbles from both the staff and the people in line. Outside, two shadowy black blurs dashed across the street, too fast and too small to be cars.
    They were more like dogs.
    The skin on my neck tightened into tiny bumps. Could it be those shadows again?
    Then there was a bright flash of light and the shadows were gone.
    I turned to Bill. “What just happened?”
    “A power outage.”
    “That bright flash?”
    “What flash?” Bill said.
    Maybe it’s not the lights. The girl’s comment stuck in my head. If it wasn’t the lights, then what was it? Was I seeing things? Really?
    The power returned to the building. If anyone else noticed those black blurs outside, they didn’t react. Surely they weren’t the same dogs, not in the middle of the city. They belonged in the woods. What were they doing here ? Had they seen me? Heart galloping, I sank deeper into my seat, trying to hide.
    Bill pulled a cloth from his pocket and started cleaning his glasses. With them off, you could see we were related. We had the same nose and high cheekbones, but his eyes were hazel like Dad’s. Mine were green, the same as Mom’s. “You know, you used to see things when you were little,” he said.
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “You did! Saw a woman flying across the sky when you were four.”
    I couldn’t remember any of it. If I was some kind of freak with an overactive imagination, shouldn’t I be the first to know? “No fair. I was a kid.”
    “Swore it was an angel watching over us,” Bill said with a chuckle. “Mom took you in for tests, and not eye tests, either.”
    I remembered being taken to a brightly-lit office full of furniture that was as small as me. Mom talked with a gray-haired man while I explored a box full of dolls and toy cars, waiting. Eventually, I sat at a table covered in big sheets of colored paper. The man came over and sat on the carpet beside me and told me he was a special kind of doctor. He handed me the biggest box of crayons I’d ever seen and invited me to draw pictures for him. I don’t think I ever went back.
    I contemplated telling Bill about the strange shadows, the flashes of light, the image of the loom—everything. Maybe I was seeing things again. But I changed my mind when he said, “Turns out you were fine. Well, fine enough for a freak.”
    “I’m not a freak. Take that back!”
    Bill laughed. I kicked him, but not nearly as hard as I wanted to.
    “How about you?” he asked. “Any guys on the horizon?”
    My thoughts jumped to Michael, the way he’d turned up to help me in the woods and then gave me the brush-off later, acting like a total stranger. Bill might have had some great advice to offer, but we didn’t have that kind of relationship and I wasn’t about to start one with him. “If there are, I can’t see them.”
    He shrugged, adjusting his glasses. “Several guys have checked you out since we got here. They think you’re with me, though, so they leave you alone. And from the looks of them, that’s a good thing.”
    “Eww! You’re my brother.”
    “You let me know if you need me to take care of them for you.”
    “ Take care of them ?