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splooshing out her ears, and she might only be able to shove it a few inches across her desk. That was<br />
on a good day. On many, she couldn’t even flutter the pages.<br />
But there were other things she could do, and in many cases far better than she’d been able to as a<br />
little kid. Looking into people’s heads, for instance. She couldn’t do it with everyone—some people<br />
were entirely enclosed, others only gave off intermittent flashes—but many people were like windows<br />
with the curtains pulled back. She could look in anytime she felt like it. Mostly she didn’t want to,<br />
because the things she discovered were sometimes sad and often shocking. Finding out that Mrs.<br />
Moran, her beloved sixth-grade teacher, was having AN AFFAIR had been the biggest mind-blower so<br />
far, and not in a good way.<br />
These days she mostly kept the seeing part of her mind shut down. Learning to do that had been<br />
difficult at first, like learning to skate backwards or print with her left hand, but she had learned.<br />
Practice didn’t make perfect (not yet, at least), but it sure helped. She still sometimes looked, but<br />
always tentatively, ready to pull back at the first sign of something weird or disgusting. And she never<br />
peeked into her parents’ minds, or into Momo’s. It would have been wrong. Probably it was wrong<br />
with everyone, but it was like Momo herself had said: You can’t blame human nature, and there was<br />
nothing more human than curiosity.<br />
Sometimes she could make people do things. Not everyone, not even half of everyone, but a lot of<br />
people were very open to suggestions. (Probably they were the same ones who thought the stuff they<br />
sold on TV really would take away their wrinkles or make their hair grow back.) Abra knew this was a<br />
talent that could grow if she exercised it like a muscle, but she didn’t. It scared her.<br />
There were other things, too, some for which she had no name, but the one she was thinking about<br />
now did have one. She called it far-seeing. Like the other aspects of her special talent, it came and<br />
went, but if she really wanted it—and if she had an object to fix upon—she could usually summon it.<br />
I could do that now.<br />
“Shut up, Abba-Doo,” she said in a low, strained voice. “Shut up, Abba-Doo-Doo.”<br />
She opened Early Algebra to tonight’s homework page, which she had bookmarked with a sheet on<br />
which she had written the names Boyd, Steve, Cam, and Pete at least twenty times each. Collectively<br />
they were ’Round Here, her favorite boy band. So hot, especially Cam. Her best friend, Emma Deane,<br />
thought so, too. Those blue eyes, that careless tumble of blond hair.<br />
Maybe I could help. His parents would be sad, but at least they’d know.<br />
“Shut up, Abba-Doo. Shut up, Abba-Doo-Doo-For-Brains.”<br />
If 5x - 4 = 26, what does x equal?<br />
“Sixty zillion!” she said. “Who cares?”<br />
Her eyes fell on the names of the cute boys in ’Round Here, written in the pudgy cursive she and<br />
Emma affected (“Writing looks more romantic that way,” Emma had decreed), and all at once they<br />
looked stupid and babyish and all wrong. They cut him up and licked his blood and then they did something<br />
even worse to him. In a world where something like that could happen, mooning over a boy band seemed<br />
worse than wrong.<br />
Abra slammed her book shut, went downstairs (the click-click-click from her dad’s study continued<br />
unabated) and out to the garage. She retrieved the Shopper from the trash, brought it up to her room,<br />
and smoothed it flat on her desk.<br />
All those faces, but right now she cared about only one.<br />
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