Excerpt from chapter eight:
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“What is your gift?” Kathryn somewhat mockingly used the term they had insisted upon. “Or can you also shoot lightning out of your ass?”
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Both Susan and Charge laughed. “No, my gift is more mental in nature.”
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“Mental?” Kathryn took another drag from her cigarette. “Show me.”
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“Okay.” Susan sat back in her chair. “Close your eyes.”
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Kathryn looked at Susan skeptically before complying. She didn’t hear anything or feel anything during the few seconds of silence. She then heard Charge say, “Open them.”
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Kathryn opened her eyes. Charge was now sitting across the room in the chair. She was about to ask what the big deal was when she realized Charge was also still sitting next to her. She practically fell off the couch in shock. “What the hell?”
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Both Charges laughed at Kathryn’s reaction. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. They were identical down to the clothes they were wearing. “I don’t . . .” Her voice trailed off. She didn’t know what to say.
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The Charge across the room finally spoke. “It’s a suggestion.” Kathryn frowned. He continued, “I planted a suggestion in your head that you’re seeing Charge sitting here.”
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“So, you’re still Susan,” Kathryn said cautiously.
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Charge nodded his head and smiled the same disarming smile Kathryn had grown so fond of. “Very much so.” He explained, “You just think you’re seeing Charge.”
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“And hearing him,” Kathryn said in amazement. “Unbelievable.”