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it took him a moment to realize that
Kyle was referring to Vivian, not Megan.
    “But mostly, she kinda sees the
present—especially if it’s happening somewhere else.” Kyle had an
expression on his face that Travers hadn’t seen before. The
expression was a combination of defiance and hope. Kyle truly
believed this. “She saw Aunt Eugenia’s murder when it
happened.”
    “Kyle!”
    “It’s true.”
    “Vivian told you that?” Travers asked,
thinking honeymoon or no honeymoon, he’d have a talk with his
sister about the stories she told his son.
    “Nope.” Kyle’s voice was
soft. “I saw it, too.”
    Travers folded his hands together,
looking at them and counting to ten, just like Megan told him to do
when his son said something he didn’t believe.
    “You’re psychic,” Travers said as
calmly as he could.
    “I think so.” Kyle’s voice was barely
above a whisper.
    “You hear people’s thoughts,” Travers
said.
    “Sometimes,” Kyle said.
    “And you see the future,” Travers
said.
    “Yeah,” Kyle said. “I draw it. If you
look at my comic books, you’ll see a lot of stuff that I knew
before it happened. Like I knew all about Uncle Dex and Aunt Viv
when they met and stuff. I didn’t know I knew it, but I made a
comic book out of it and gave it to Aunt Viv before we left
Portland that first time.”
    Travers raised his
head. Behind Kyle, some rock group was playing in the middle of
the Tonight Show soundstage. “You believe that?”
    Kyle’s look of
anticipation faded. His entire face closed down. “No, of course
not,” he said in a perfectly normal tone of voice. “Why would
I?”
    “But you told me about the comic
book,” Travers said.
    “And it’s a good story, isn’t it?”
Kyle uncrossed his legs. His socks looked even greener in the light
from the TV.
    “I thought you said this has something
to do with those women.” Travers was confused. He wasn’t quite sure
what Kyle had been trying to tell him.
    “It does,” Kyle said. “They make me
think of the Wyrd Sisters, which is what made me think of the comic
book, and Aunt Viv, and stuff. I’m sorry, Dad. You know me. I just
get carried away.”
    He did, too. He got caught
in his own imagination. Travers nodded. His stomach twisted, and he
felt, once again, as if he had lost control of the
conversation.
    “I shouldn’t have agreed to bring
those women along with us,” Travers said. “I should have told them
to take the train or something.”
    Kyle snorted. “Like they would’ve done
good on the train. They’d’ve been arguing in the station and missed
it.”
    Travers nodded, in spite of himself.
The only reason the five of them were in this seedy hotel was
because the Wyrd Sisters, as his son called them, had argued about
the best place to stay for so long all the other hotels from
Medford to Ashland were full.
    Travers had been tempted to drive all
night, but everyone, including Kyle, managed to talk him out of
that.
    Kyle lay back down and
tucked his hands under his head. He watched Leno for a moment, then
as a Lexus commercial came on, he said, “You know, Dad, there’s
just one thing.”
    Travers stood. He headed back to his
own bed. He was tired, more tired than he cared to admit. And this
conversation, like the day, had taken something out of
him.
    “What’s that?”
    “I have this feeling that
the Wyrd Sisters—they’re not supposed to go to L.A.”
    “Yes, they are,” Travers said. “They
told me. Vivian told me. And they even offered me a free kitten if
I took them there.”
    Kyle giggled. He’d seen
the kitten exchange, as had everyone else at the wedding. The Wyrd
Sisters had given a group of kittens—well-trained kittens, or so
they claimed—to anyone whom they trusted.
    They claimed they trusted
Travers.
    “Seriously, Dad, I don’t
think they’re supposed to go to L.A.,” Kyle said as his giggles
faded.
    “Where are they supposed to go?”
Travers asked, knowing he would regret the