“I don’t know if you’re the right person to contact about this, but I found your ad listed under telepaths. I need someone to read my father’s mind. He’s suffering from dementia and can’t really speak anymore. Is that something you’d be able to do?”
“I can certainly try,” Angela typed. “When would you like to meet?”
The reply came just minutes later:
“Is tomorrow good for you?”
Angela glanced back over her shoulder.
“Hey Fred,” she said. “How would you like to see what I do with my powers?”
“Uh… okay,” Frederica replied.
Angela turned back to her computer and typed another email.
“I’m in. Just name a time and a place.”
The time was ten in the morning. The place: Saint Joseph’s Nursing Home. Angela considered flying there, but she wasn’t sure if Frederica was ready for that quite yet. So they took the bus instead.
Their destination was a quaint single-storey house in a quiet suburb; not a bad place for someone to spend their remaining years, all things considered. As Angela approached the front door, Frederica lingered behind on the sidewalk.
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Frederica asked, staring down with her hands stuffed in her pockets.
“What do you mean?” Angela replied.
“Well, this guy we’re going to see,” Frederica said. “He’s sick, right?”
“He’s not contagious, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Angela said.
“No, I know that,” Frederica said. “It’s just… is it okay for us to dig around inside his head without his permission? It feels kind of… wrong.”
“You’re right,” she said.
“I am?” Frederica asked.