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three different women, and Daniel was looking forward to a little night-time nookie with at least one of them.
I stepped in and covered for him. “Paul, knock it off. Daniel grew up in a more innocent time. I’m sure his idea of date and your idea of date are completely different.”
“Not to mention, I’m a grown-ass man,” Daniel fumed. “I changed your dirty diapers, boy. If I want to go out and walk the streets, looking for a good-time girl, it’s none of your never-mind.”
“Everyone calm down,” I said. “Paul’s just trying to look out for you, Daniel. He didn’t mean it the bossy way it sounded.”
Paul was about to protest, so I shot him a dirty look to shut him up. I didn’t know what would happen if they started fighting and Daniel’s blood pressure got too high, and I didn’t want to find out. So I pushed that thought as hard as I could at Paul.
Somehow, Paul got the message and shut up.
Daniel harrumphed a few times, but he settled down too.
Then it suddenly dawned on me: I had looked into Daniel’s mind.
Whoa!
* * *
While it had always been easy for me to tell if people were lying or not, this was the first time I had looked into someone’s head and saw their thoughts as clearly as if I was watching a TV show, or reading a book.
It had to be Devil’s Point. It seemed to magnify everything, from ritual work to pineal gland abilities. I know it was bad of me, but I opened up my sight and dipped into all the minds in the room—just to see if I could do it.
Along with wondering how in the world he was going to make Daniel look like Cary Grant, Raoul was thinking about going home to his family. His shift was going to be over in another hour, and his wife was making homemade tamales. They were expecting another baby, and his thoughts were a jumble of anticipation, nervousness, worry about money and nostalgia about his grandmother’s tamales.
Paul, on the other hand, was fuming. And he was angry with both Daniel and me. He was scared Daniel’s social schedule was going to kill the old man, and he was furious that I kept butting into his life. I was the equivalent of a one-night stand from hell, who would never go away. If he could do it over again, he would have totally accepted jail time and fines for texting and driving instead of giving me his cell phone and getting mixed up in my craziness…
I gasped, hurt and angry, temporarily drawing everyone’s attention to me.
“Sorry,” I said. “I thought I saw a spider.”
Paul rolled his eyes.
On the other hand, maybe it was all my imagination. What if I was just supplying their thoughts, rather than reading them?
To test it out, I asked Raoul: “I heard your wife is expecting. Is it your first time having a baby?”
Raoul chuckled while he focused on Daniel’s haircut. “No, this is our second. My wife, she wants to stay home with the kids until they’re in kindergarten.”
“I can understand why. That’s got to be hard on you though, if you’re the only one working.”
Raoul nodded. “But kids, they need their mama. So, if I need to take another job, it’s what I have to do.”
“Isn’t that sweet? So, you have a traditional marriage? You make the money, while she stays home to raise the kids, clean the house and cook? Does she cook? I tell people I cook, but what I mean by cooking, is heating up TV dinners.”
Paul gave me an odd look, but Raoul chuckled. “ Si. Tonight, she is making chicken tamales, from my abuela’s recipe.”
“Why did you want to know that?” Paul asked.
“I just wondered if my lack of domestic skills was a female aberration or an evolutionary sea-change,” I lied. “Looks like aberration is winning.”
Huh. So, I had pegged Raoul’s thoughts. Which meant that I also, probably, had an accurate read on Paul’s thoughts.
Well, that was depressing.
Raoul finished up Daniel’s trim, put talcum powder on his neck, and flicked away the cut hairs with a soft
I stepped in and covered for him. “Paul, knock it off. Daniel grew up in a more innocent time. I’m sure his idea of date and your idea of date are completely different.”
“Not to mention, I’m a grown-ass man,” Daniel fumed. “I changed your dirty diapers, boy. If I want to go out and walk the streets, looking for a good-time girl, it’s none of your never-mind.”
“Everyone calm down,” I said. “Paul’s just trying to look out for you, Daniel. He didn’t mean it the bossy way it sounded.”
Paul was about to protest, so I shot him a dirty look to shut him up. I didn’t know what would happen if they started fighting and Daniel’s blood pressure got too high, and I didn’t want to find out. So I pushed that thought as hard as I could at Paul.
Somehow, Paul got the message and shut up.
Daniel harrumphed a few times, but he settled down too.
Then it suddenly dawned on me: I had looked into Daniel’s mind.
Whoa!
* * *
While it had always been easy for me to tell if people were lying or not, this was the first time I had looked into someone’s head and saw their thoughts as clearly as if I was watching a TV show, or reading a book.
It had to be Devil’s Point. It seemed to magnify everything, from ritual work to pineal gland abilities. I know it was bad of me, but I opened up my sight and dipped into all the minds in the room—just to see if I could do it.
Along with wondering how in the world he was going to make Daniel look like Cary Grant, Raoul was thinking about going home to his family. His shift was going to be over in another hour, and his wife was making homemade tamales. They were expecting another baby, and his thoughts were a jumble of anticipation, nervousness, worry about money and nostalgia about his grandmother’s tamales.
Paul, on the other hand, was fuming. And he was angry with both Daniel and me. He was scared Daniel’s social schedule was going to kill the old man, and he was furious that I kept butting into his life. I was the equivalent of a one-night stand from hell, who would never go away. If he could do it over again, he would have totally accepted jail time and fines for texting and driving instead of giving me his cell phone and getting mixed up in my craziness…
I gasped, hurt and angry, temporarily drawing everyone’s attention to me.
“Sorry,” I said. “I thought I saw a spider.”
Paul rolled his eyes.
On the other hand, maybe it was all my imagination. What if I was just supplying their thoughts, rather than reading them?
To test it out, I asked Raoul: “I heard your wife is expecting. Is it your first time having a baby?”
Raoul chuckled while he focused on Daniel’s haircut. “No, this is our second. My wife, she wants to stay home with the kids until they’re in kindergarten.”
“I can understand why. That’s got to be hard on you though, if you’re the only one working.”
Raoul nodded. “But kids, they need their mama. So, if I need to take another job, it’s what I have to do.”
“Isn’t that sweet? So, you have a traditional marriage? You make the money, while she stays home to raise the kids, clean the house and cook? Does she cook? I tell people I cook, but what I mean by cooking, is heating up TV dinners.”
Paul gave me an odd look, but Raoul chuckled. “ Si. Tonight, she is making chicken tamales, from my abuela’s recipe.”
“Why did you want to know that?” Paul asked.
“I just wondered if my lack of domestic skills was a female aberration or an evolutionary sea-change,” I lied. “Looks like aberration is winning.”
Huh. So, I had pegged Raoul’s thoughts. Which meant that I also, probably, had an accurate read on Paul’s thoughts.
Well, that was depressing.
Raoul finished up Daniel’s trim, put talcum powder on his neck, and flicked away the cut hairs with a soft
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