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this?” Colton gives her a hard time.
    “Well, I think it means strength,” she finishes.
    “That’s obvious. Duke’s the toughest guy here,” says Basil laughing, and we all join in. Her hidden talent seems less like palm reading and more like an obvious observation of Duke.
    “I think there’s a book on fortunetelling on this shelf. I’ve read every book on these shelves except those ones over here. They were Diane’s special books . She wouldn’t let me touch her stuff. Ever. Not bitter though, it was only sixteen years rereading the same thing. That never got old or anything,” jokes Lucy, laughing as she walks over to the bookshelf-lined wall. She strums her green light over the spines and squints her eyes in concentration. “Yep. I was right!” She pulls out a thick volume titled, “The Psychic Connection: Palm Reading, Tarot and Auras.”
    “Ohhh! Read mine next!” says Basil.
    “I thought you didn’t believe in my ability,” says Junie, feigning an attitude.
    “I don’t. I believe in the book’s ability.” Everyone cracks up again. Myself included. I haven’t had such a stress-free night in a long time. When I’m with Lucy, I’m relaxed, but in a different way. She brings out the dreamer in me. She reminds me to look beyond the horizon, to the things I can’t see.
    Perfection still scowls in the corner. She’s hardly moved all afternoon, wasn’t interested in helping with dinner. Her presence is wearing thin on the otherwise happy-go-lucky group.
    Junie flips through the pages and begins reading out loud, “The fate line is the line of destiny. It begins at the base of the palm.” Everyone in the room holds out their hands trying to figure out what the different grooves mean.
    “What does a life line that meets the fate line in the middle mean?” Lukas asks.
    “Umm … let me see.” She runs her finger down the page then stops, “A fate and life line that meet signifies a point at which one’s interest must be surrendered to those of others.”
    Lukas lets out a small laugh, and he looks at Lucy, as if they share a secret. A knowledge of something deeper than the rest of us.
    “Does that book say anything about colors? I was just wondering why my Light is green and Lukas’s is white and golden,” Lucy asks, quietly. Like, she wants to know, but doesn’t.
    “Well, the sacred text of The Light says it’s because you are super-human-special , Lucy. Just like everyone else in this room seems to think,” Perfection says as she stands, huffing. “You’re all irrational, especially you, Basil. You just forgave her for no reason. Like, you worship the ground she walks on.” She looks around, seeing if anyone is going to stop her, but no one does. I want to hear what this girl, who used to be my friend has to say, so I don’t interject. “And Lukas is a liar. Lucy is, too. I can’t count the times she lied to me about not even liking Lukas, when the whole time they were making promises of forever to one another.”
    “I don’t worship her, Perfection. Okay?” Basil crosses her arms and sighs. “The thing is, you’ve never really lived. In real life you have to forgive. You have to move on. It is forgive, or die buried in your stubbornness. I don’t want to die. I have watched enough people I love die. And they didn’t have a choice. I do. I choose to remain with the living as long as I can.”
    The room is quiet. I look at Basil and wonder where this eloquent speech came from. How can this girl with a heart so tender also be so tough on the exterior? How can this girl whose endured much more than me also sit here laughing over the lines in her hands?
    “You all can choose what you want, but I can too.” Perfection walks out of the room and slams a bedroom door shut. There’s an awkward moment where we all sit startled.
    “Sorry,” Lukas speaks. “I’m the reason she’s here. I didn’t know what to expect. I was just….” he stops, looking deflated.