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create the gene? “I
have to go, Rocco. Thank you for breakfast. I’ll see you
Wednesday.” There was an awkward moment, but Rocco reached towards
Jill and hugged her before walking her out. “Oh, one more thing, is
Josef a doctor?” Rocco nodded. “Tell him to stop getting into my
head and threatening my friends. I’m coming here of my own free
will. I don’t need threats. If he does it again, the deal’s off.”
Rocco nodded.
     

Chapter 4
    Death solves all problems— no man, no problem.
    -Joseph Stalin
    Jill returned home with a sense of relief. Her life
was moving along so nicely all of a sudden. She had a man who
adored her, friends who loved her, and her father was now in her
life. Hell, she even had an uncle! Something that had felt so
foreign and unwelcome, her clairvoyance, was now something she
looked forward to embracing and learning more about. She still had
a million questions, but they would all be answered in due time.
She didn’t like lying, but those little tests that Rocco wanted to
conduct on her had to remain a secret. Alexander—and Oliver and
Heather for that matter—would flip out if he knew. They just didn’t
understand how miserable her life had been for so many years, how
isolated she had been. Controlling her clairvoyance was the first
step in getting her freedom.
    Alexander, Oliver, and Heather were all spread on
the couch, looking awful. The house was still a mess; although, it
did seem as if someone had made a lame attempt at picking up.
    “You guys look terrible.” A cacophony of “ughs” and
“blahs” made Jill laugh. “Why are you all so hung over? I was at
the same party.”
    “Come here, baby.” With heavy lidded eyes, Alexander
opened his arms from the couch, and Jill walked towards him. He
grabbed her arm and pulled her down so that she sat cradled in his
lap. “Don’t talk so much. My head hurts.”
    Jill playfully tapped his head. “You guys are a
mess.” She kissed Alexander and pushed off him and began to pick up
red cups.
    “I can help. Just give me a minute.” Alexander
patted the seat. “Sit down and tell us about the visit with your
father.”
    “I was wrong about him.” She didn’t sit; she spoke
as she continued to pick up. “He’s not what we thought he was, or
at the very least, he’s changed. His home is gorgeous, a mansion,
and it’s only one of his many homes.” Jill stopped picking up and
looked at the three train wrecks spread on the couch. “Are you guys
even listening?” All three bobbed their heads, and she continued.
“Anyway, I want to see him again. I want to know more about my
mother, and he’s going to tell me. He was very much in love with
her. He’s psychic also. Well, he was. He can’t do much anymore. It
goes away. Did you know that? One day it will just go away or
deteriorate like your hearing and vision,” she rambled. It was
something she always did when she was nervous, and lying made her
nervous. Well, a lie of omission. If they asked, “Hey, does your
father and/or uncle want to use you as a guinea pig and perform
medical tests on you?” she would say, “Yes, why, yes, he does.” But
they hadn’t asked, so it wasn’t a lie, so she continued. “But he
was able to learn how to channel it and control it. He’s going to
teach me how to do that too.”
    “Why?” Oliver asked, startling her from her
rant.
    “Why what?” She looked up.
    “Why is he going to teach you anything? He doesn’t
even know you.”
    “He’s my father. Of course he knows me. I mean he
doesn’t know me know me, but, you know, he knows me.” Even Jill
knew she was making no sense. It was her nerves. She took a breath.
“He just wants to get to know me better. He says he didn’t know I
existed and that he has a lot of lost time to make up for. I like
him, guys.” Jill bent over to grab a plate from the floor by
Alexander, and he reached forward and her pulled her back down to
his lap again. She dropped the garbage bag and