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"And there she goes again," she said, tossing her arhed "She does the sa," I said

"Charley is right," Denise said "She needs to keep that stuff to herself" We were venturing into Denialville again, which was not nearly as fun as Margaritaville There was nothing Denise liked less than talking about Charley

"Denise," Dad said, placing a hand over hers, "don’t you think we’ve insisted on that long enough?"

"What do you mean?"

"I e her gifts, even when the evidence was staring you in the face"

She gasped "I have never done any such thing"

"Moled my mind "Charley is very special You know that You have to know that"

"And that’s why I did it," Dad said, his face turned down in shame "I knew that if Caruso cah unscathed You always do"

I wouldn’t say I’d co ether Well, for a few minutes The cut healed almost immediately, but I didn’t have the heart to tell the doctor Which was another aspect of me my family didn’t kno quickly I healed

"Dad, why didn’t you just tell me about him?"

A deep and sorrowful shame sed him whole, and I reached over and took his hand, afraid he would disappear "I didn’t want you to know anything about Caruso if it could be helped About what I did We were hoping to find him before he could act on his threats"

"Dad, you can tell us anything," Geht" Dad’s face fell in disgrace "I was the reason his daughter died We were in a high-speed chase, and I fishtailed hiuardrail, bounced off, and careened down a short ehter was thrown out"

"Dad--oh, osh," I said, exasperated with hih-speed car chase with children in the car?"

After a long sigh, he nodded "I know, but it didn’t lanced back at me "I just couldn’t tell you But I did Your turn"

"Oh, man, that was totally a setup"

Uncle Bob snorted

"He’s right You gotta give us sori there

"For starters," Dad said, "how did you do that thing the other night?"