telling me I was imagining
things and now that I had proof I wasn’t, she was acting like she
knew more about it than I did.
“ This gift you have, well
it seems to have skipped a generation. Who knows, maybe I’m just
jealous,” she said with a fake half-hearted laugh.
Oh yeah, knowing what it feels like to
burn up in a fire is really something to be jealous of. I mean,
really, who wouldn’t want to experience that? Sometimes my mother
acts weirder than I do. And makes less sense.
“ Skipped a generation? You
mean Grandma?”
“ Yes, my mother, used to
have strange dreams sometimes and they would always come true. She
hated it because she never had a handle on them. They would never
make any sense until the deed was done and then it would all fit
together.”
Anger started to take over. I couldn’t
believe my mother had fought so hard the other night, denying the
possibility of something she knew was more than likely true. And
she had laughed about my grandmother’s dreams before, saying no one
really believed in them.
I felt like one of the cartoon
characters that has steam blow out of his ears as the anger built
up. “So it’s hereditary?”
“ I’m not sure what it is.
And in your case it seems to be different from Grandma’s. Yours is
much more exacting. Hers wasn’t anywhere near as
specific.”
I just stared at her. Big, fat, hairy
deal, my dreams were more exacting than Grandma’s. It was still the
same. I was actually psychic. Oh holy crap, did I just admit that
for real?
Yup, no matter how I looked at it, I
appeared to be psychic.
That is unless Grandma’s ghost was
sending me signals. I mean, she might not have had the psychic
thing down when she was on earth. But who knows maybe she had the
chance to perfect it on the other side?
Salem, think about what you’re telling
yourself. I couldn’t help it; I’d rather have my dead grandmother
imparting information than getting ghost signals and being psychic
on top of that. I mean, how weird could I get? That got me
thinking, why did all this start when we moved into this
house?
“ Mom, why didn’t any of
this happen before?” I asked.
“ Why do you think I didn’t
put this together? Nothing in the past indicated that you had any
talent in that area.” She shook her head. “It can’t be. There would
have to have been something.”
But there wasn’t and I was.
Tough cookies, Mom.
CHAPTER seven
I didn’t need this crap right now. Too
much was going on, and to be honest, I wasn’t exactly handling it
all with finesse.
But then again there’s no preparation
for clairvoyance. It’s not exactly like the flu – tough it out and
get over it. It was more like some insidious debilitating disease
that took over the body the longer it was around.
And now this.
Berkley was waiting for an answer and
no words would come out.
“ Earth to Salem. Didn’t you
hear me?” She paused for a nanosecond. “We’ll be able to take
driver’s ed. Together.” She said it like we’d just won all expense
paid tickets to Disney.
I crossed my arms and my posture
answered the question while my mouth remained silent. How do you
tell someone what she thinks is great, makes you want to lose your
lunch?
“ What’s the
matter?”
Again I thought – hard – and continued
to stand like I was made of alabaster.
“ Are you
breathing?”
The question did take me out of my
reverie and I took in a little too much air on the next
breath.
“ I was kidding. Salem, what
is wrong with you? Oh, wow, are you having some kind of vision or
something?” The way her eyes rounded she might have been taking in
a UFO.
I thought about it. Lying, that is.
Yeah, sure, I’m having a vision of doom and gloom and have to avoid
driver’s ed. at all costs. But I couldn’t do it to her so I told
the truth.
“ I don’t want to take
driver’s ed. class,” I said casually like I was politely declining
a cookie.
She looked like I just said I was
having
things and now that I had proof I wasn’t, she was acting like she
knew more about it than I did.
“ This gift you have, well
it seems to have skipped a generation. Who knows, maybe I’m just
jealous,” she said with a fake half-hearted laugh.
Oh yeah, knowing what it feels like to
burn up in a fire is really something to be jealous of. I mean,
really, who wouldn’t want to experience that? Sometimes my mother
acts weirder than I do. And makes less sense.
“ Skipped a generation? You
mean Grandma?”
“ Yes, my mother, used to
have strange dreams sometimes and they would always come true. She
hated it because she never had a handle on them. They would never
make any sense until the deed was done and then it would all fit
together.”
Anger started to take over. I couldn’t
believe my mother had fought so hard the other night, denying the
possibility of something she knew was more than likely true. And
she had laughed about my grandmother’s dreams before, saying no one
really believed in them.
I felt like one of the cartoon
characters that has steam blow out of his ears as the anger built
up. “So it’s hereditary?”
“ I’m not sure what it is.
And in your case it seems to be different from Grandma’s. Yours is
much more exacting. Hers wasn’t anywhere near as
specific.”
I just stared at her. Big, fat, hairy
deal, my dreams were more exacting than Grandma’s. It was still the
same. I was actually psychic. Oh holy crap, did I just admit that
for real?
Yup, no matter how I looked at it, I
appeared to be psychic.
That is unless Grandma’s ghost was
sending me signals. I mean, she might not have had the psychic
thing down when she was on earth. But who knows maybe she had the
chance to perfect it on the other side?
Salem, think about what you’re telling
yourself. I couldn’t help it; I’d rather have my dead grandmother
imparting information than getting ghost signals and being psychic
on top of that. I mean, how weird could I get? That got me
thinking, why did all this start when we moved into this
house?
“ Mom, why didn’t any of
this happen before?” I asked.
“ Why do you think I didn’t
put this together? Nothing in the past indicated that you had any
talent in that area.” She shook her head. “It can’t be. There would
have to have been something.”
But there wasn’t and I was.
Tough cookies, Mom.
CHAPTER seven
I didn’t need this crap right now. Too
much was going on, and to be honest, I wasn’t exactly handling it
all with finesse.
But then again there’s no preparation
for clairvoyance. It’s not exactly like the flu – tough it out and
get over it. It was more like some insidious debilitating disease
that took over the body the longer it was around.
And now this.
Berkley was waiting for an answer and
no words would come out.
“ Earth to Salem. Didn’t you
hear me?” She paused for a nanosecond. “We’ll be able to take
driver’s ed. Together.” She said it like we’d just won all expense
paid tickets to Disney.
I crossed my arms and my posture
answered the question while my mouth remained silent. How do you
tell someone what she thinks is great, makes you want to lose your
lunch?
“ What’s the
matter?”
Again I thought – hard – and continued
to stand like I was made of alabaster.
“ Are you
breathing?”
The question did take me out of my
reverie and I took in a little too much air on the next
breath.
“ I was kidding. Salem, what
is wrong with you? Oh, wow, are you having some kind of vision or
something?” The way her eyes rounded she might have been taking in
a UFO.
I thought about it. Lying, that is.
Yeah, sure, I’m having a vision of doom and gloom and have to avoid
driver’s ed. at all costs. But I couldn’t do it to her so I told
the truth.
“ I don’t want to take
driver’s ed. class,” I said casually like I was politely declining
a cookie.
She looked like I just said I was
having
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