“Hey Sis.” Synchro held the phone to his ear. “Um, do you believe in psychic stuff?”
The first thing he decided to do was test Edith’s words.
“As a matter of fact, yes I do,” said Mesh. “Why do you ask?”
“Edith was telling me about that stuff and reckons it runs in families, sometimes.” He wasn’t handling this at all well.
“You mean you’re psychic?”
“Not sure. Just wondering if you or Con were into it.”
“I do have intuitive moments. I don’t know about Con,” she added.
“What about Mum and Dad?”
“I don’t think so. But did you know that Grandma Reed read tea leaves and apparently was very accurate?” A pause lengthened. “Sync? Are you there?”
Edith was right. Maybe she’s right about everything.
“I didn’t know.”
“It’s one of the reasons that he would have nothing to do with her.”
“In that case better not tell them about this conversation.”
Sync walked in circles around his kitchenette running his hands through his hair. His mind re-ran his options. Stay a lonely woman loser and not have the burden of dealing with unwanted psychic stuff or let his unwanted psychic side emerge and find his life partner.
Something in his brain said, ‘Stop beating around the bush and bloody well decide.’
He slammed the front door behind him and marched to Edith’s place.
By Diane L Wood