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“Uh, I’ve been looking all over for you.” She continues with a faint grin. Oh no. I’ve seen that look before. Is this another loser in her notched up bedpost? Her smile fades slightly.
    My head is pounding, the auras of all the men at the kissing both colliding like bumper cars in my mind. I need my house, where there are no kaleidoscopic auras. Or maybe dinner.
    “I’ve been right here, all day.” I hurry to grab my purse. Definitely dinner, I decide because I can’t wait to tell Erin about this guy’s aura. But when I turn back around, Erin and evil eyes are in their own lip lock. Her crystal aura is now completely matching his violet one.
    My heart drops to my feet. Oh. My. God. Erin. . .and. . .this guy? No wonder she’s acting all nervous. She better not use Splitsville.com again. One of these days I hope she’ll find the right guy.
    The time I told Erin about my little “gift” zips into my pounding head. She hadn’t taken it well. “You mean you’re a freak?” she asked. This was not the reaction I’d hoped for. Her words still burn. 
    “No,” I spat out. “I have a gift.” 
    Her eyebrows had angled into a V and she peered at me like I really was a freak. “So you’re saying you can see an aura around me right now?”
    I nodded. “Yes, Erin, I can see your crystal aura.” I jammed my hands on my hips. “I don’t get why you’re angry.”
    “I don’t believe you.”
    I hadn’t wanted to, but I gave her proof by telling her about the time her high school boyfriend cheated on her.
    She gawked at me. “Great, so you’re going to know what I’m thinking or feeling before I do,” she said after she got over the shock of her cheating ex. She’d been absolutely right. Erin has very few secrets from me.
    Her reaction then hadn’t been welcome. She’d thought I was a freak and started calling me her “freak friend” as a joke, but it had hurt and I don’t want to relive that now by telling her that her boyfriend is a Romeo. By the way she is acting, she definitely won’t want to hear anything I have to say.
    Erin pulls away. “I see you met Kent,” she says hesitantly. He, on the other hand, looks like he’s holding a prize trophy. Erin is obviously his Heisman.
    I look at Kent then back to Erin and ask, “So is this your Kent?” I’d hope the last break up would’ve made her come to her senses. But with his aura, I don’t think she has. I peak around them to see his friend continuing to walk away from us.
    Interesting. I watch Kent’s aura fade from magenta to yellow to violet. He’s not crystal like Erin. I’ve never seen anything like this before. I make a mental stickie to ask Matilda what it means.
    “Yes, uh, we met.” He smiles like the cat with a feather in his mouth. Somehow he seems to know I won’t tell her how creepy he is. “She was petting my little boy.”
    The lines between Erin’s brows squeeze in tension and she points towards Kent’s friend. “Was that…”
    Kent interrupts, “Timmerman, yeah. He’ll catch up with us later. He’s got to go somewhere.” We all look.
    “I like Tramp,” I say to break the tension. I bend down to rub the bushy eyebrows out of his face. I want to make sure his aura is okay even though his rough, shaggy fur is indicative to Irish Wolfhounds. “He seems like a nice dog.” I smile when his aura tells me he’s happy to be out of the kennel.
    Erin fidgets with the strap on her purse. “Isn’t he great?” I wonder who she’s referring to, Kent or Tramp? “Kent adopted him today,” she adds. Like she’s a sales person and her client is her boyfriend. Only I’m not buying. Kent may have Erin fooled, but his aura tells me the truth about him.
    “Yeah, great.” I pat Tramp on the head and want to shake the shit out of Erin. Her boyfriend is a snake, and all her fidgeting makes me wonder if she doesn’t think so, too.
    “I’m talking about Kent.” She shrugs and wraps her arms tightly around his waist.