Just another magical, mystical vampiric power. I can fly, too. Crazy, right? Now just be quiet. I’m still learning this shit, and it takes concentration.” Wanda backed away, allowing Nina space.
Nina grabbed Spanky’s chin, tightening her grip when he attempted to defiantly pull away. Her eyes pierced his, making his jaw go slack and his blue eyes hazy and dull. Her own charcoal black eyes went wide. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Katie asked.
“He’s totally telling the truth. He has no clue what the fuck we’re talking about. Goddamn it. This is gonna take forever. I should have brought a change of underwear.”
Katie’s stomach sank with a sharp dive. “What do you mean he has no clue what we’re talking about?”
Nina’s eyes narrowed. “I mean, I can smell his confusion. Not to mention, I can read his almost-blank mind. He’s got not a fucking thing up there but that he thinks you’re hot, Doc Woods, and a nutter—his word, not mine—but still hot. Leave it to a man who has no idea who he is to have enough memory left to know what makes his Mr. Twinkie sit up and take notice. Anyway, he has no idea what you’re talking about, or what his name is, or where the fuck he comes from, or how he got here, or what happened to your hand. Oh, but he likes your taters. He thinks they’re the perfect size.”
Nina chuckled when Spanky’s face went from total agreement to chagrin. “I thought no such thing. It was breasts, not taters. I’d never use such a crass word to define such a fine pair of . . .” He cleared his throat, stopping short. “I assure you, I’d never use that word.”
Marty nudged Nina with an elbow. “Jesus, Nina. You have no censor. Get out of his head right this minute and leave the boy some dignity.”
Katie glanced at each woman. There was only so much bullshit she could contend with in one night. Her flip-out-ometer was growing jiggier by the second.
Okay, yeah. Nina, Marty, Casey, and Wanda had paranormal abilities. There was no denying what they’d shown her, but to believe that Nina could read minds, aside from her flying (hah!) capabilities would just be a hair shy of the ridiculous. Maybe they were all in cahoots with him? But to what end? “You expect me to believe you read people’s minds? Really? ”
Nina popped her lips. “Well, you’ve come this far. Why not go all the fucking way? Yeah, I read minds, and no, we’re not in cahoots with Spanky here. And I can so fly, which is exactly what the shit I’ll do, and soon, if we don’t get the show on the road. Oh, and I’ll show you ‘just a hair shy of ridiculous.’ Come shop with us at the outlet malls while Marty tries to squeeze her fat ass into a size-seven skirt. That defines ridiculous.”
Katie swooned as Nina repeated exactly what she’d just thought. Casey was behind her in an instant, propping her up. “She’s telling the truth, Dr. Woods.”
“She is not,” Marty scolded with a scowl in Nina’s direction. “I can, too, wear a size seven, you thrift-store monger.”
Nina snorted. “You and what crowbar?”
“Both of you pipe down! Can’t you see you’re only upsetting Dr. Woods more than she already is? I think next time we need to wait a little longer before we do the mind-reading thing. It’s jarring and overall like having a case of the squicks from the inside out—especially when Nina’s all in your head,” Casey chided, running a soothing palm over Katie’s stiff back.
Wanda’s sigh was loud. “Look, this has been information overload for everyone involved, including the boy, er, Spanky. If what Nina says is correct, and Spanky has, for all intents and purposes, amnesia, we have a problem that won’t be solved overnight. So we need a plan B.”
Spanky, who’d quieted while the women argued, spoke up. He was working hard at keeping his composure so that only the slightest hint of panic shone in his eyes. “Did I mention how brilliant it was to meet each
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