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couldn't possibly,"
    "You'll just have to trust me. And I know there's something else you want to tell me. About last night."
    My breath stopped short. "I don't know what you're talking about. The wall hanging looks fine. Can I go now?"
    "No, you may not." She set the artwork down and gazed at me. "I've been picking up images of you all morning. I know what's bothering you, and I'd like to talk about it."
    "Images?"
    "My psychic channels have been wide open."
    My eyebrows shot up. She took my hands. Closed her eyes. Inhaled deeply.
    "I know you weren't in your room last night," she said.
    My mom's eyes stayed closed, but mine were bugging out of my head. I concentrated on staying calm, afraid I'd give too much away.
    "You had to go, because you're feeling overwhelmed…don't know where to turn…everything feels so unfair."
    My expression softened. I curled my fingers around hers, hoped she'd tell me more.
    "This quest for approval…so much hardship and loss…oh sweetheart, you're feeling enormous strain."
    Was it possible? Could my mom actually know the torment I was going through? My lower lip began to tremble. My shoulders relaxed as the weight of my solo burden lightened.
    Her voice was nearly a whisper. "Your heart is heavy…"
    I clenched my jaw and tried not to cry.
    "...from the weight of our expectations. And I think that's why you spent the night in your loft sanctuary," she said.
    Did I hear her right? The urge to cry disappeared as quickly as it had come.
      "Your father and I are expecting far too much from you while you're going through this energy transition. If you want to quit your job, that's fine with us. If you'd like to seek counseling, we can look into some options."
    I pulled my hands away. She opened her eyes.
    "What's wrong?" she asked.
    "That's what you think? That I'm upset because I have a job?"
    "Well, sweetheart, that's what I was reading."
    "I love my job. I love everything about it."
    "Honey, my channels are open and I'm feeling your resentment and resistance to the responsibility in your life."
    "Oh. My. God. Mom, you don't have a clue."
    "Summer, you watch your tone with me. I'm trying to help," she snapped.
    "Well, maybe you're picking up the neighbor's vibe, or, or maybe those are your issues or, you know what? Maybe you're not that great a psychic."
    The French doors swung on their hinges. The curtains whipped as though caught in a tempest. Books flung themselves off the shelf and onto the floor.
    "I wasn't even here last night, okay? I left and went to a party with Audrey."
    "You snuck out?"
    Oh, crap. I just frigging outted myself. There was no going back.
    "So stop trying to tell me how you relate . You have no idea how I feel or how totally messed up my life is. You don't even know who I am!"
    My mother cleared her throat and looked away. "I see."
    We stood there for a full minute, looking everywhere but at each other. An unexpected calm settled over me as I tried to compose myself.
    "I know you're going to ground me again. Probably until school starts. It's all the same to me."
    My mother didn't respond. I'd never seen her this hurt. On top of everything, I was a total loser of a daughter.
    "I'll be in my room." I said.
    I slumped on my bedroom floor, wishing I could take it all back. The argument, the party. The entire summer. Wondering if the poltergeisting was my fault, if I'd missed a cue or a chance to suppress it before it started. Audrey and my mother had tried to convince me that this ability was a gift. No, it was a punishment. I was sure of it.
    My dad believed in karma and reincarnation. He says that after we die, we're born again into a new life on this planet. If we were jerks or criminals in our previous life, by the law of karma, our next one would be harder in order to make up for the wrongs we'd done in the past. This seemed incredibly unfair, but more than anything, the idea scared me.
    Was my dad right? Was I living in retribution for crimes I'd committed in