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so quit interrogating me.” I gave her a look back that said, “Stop
being a moody pain-in-the-butt and I’ll think about it.”
    “Your meals, ladies,” the waitress said, plonking our plates in
front of us. I looked down at the fried eggs and bacon and grinned so wide that
my jaw cracked, loudly.
    “Thank you,” Renee said as I shoved as much of the food onto my
fork as I could manage. I shoveled it into my mouth and groaned; bacon was the
elixir of heaven. The salty taste danced around my taste buds as the yolk
followed and I sat there, eyes shut, savoring the moment. Oh yeah.
    I heard a polite cough and opened my eyes to two sets of amused
ones.
    “Good?” the waitress asked.
    Renee was stifling her laugh, her mood lifting, if only a bit.
“She is a sucker for fried food.”
    “So I see,” the waitress said. “You want a drink with that,
honey?”
    Over the course of my life, I’ve been conditioned that when people
meet me, they really don’t like me. When I was growing up, everyone figured me
for a freak and so the genuine warmth in this stranger’s voice had me stunned.
I guessed I must have been looking at her like she’d landed in front of me in a
halo of lights as Renee kicked me under the table.
    “I . . . er . . . I—”
    “She’ll have a Coke,” Renee said.
    I nodded, still completely shocked. The lady shook her head with a
smile and wandered off with me staring after her.
    “Did they cook it in whiskey?” Renee shot at me, kicking me again
to stop me gawping.
    “She talked to me,” I said. I knew I sounded simple but I
couldn’t help it. 
    “She works here,” Renee said, her aura filled with a yucky green
color. There was snappy, then there was her. “She wouldn’t be very good at her
job otherwise.”
    “No, I mean she really talked to me . . .” I shook my head
at Renee who looked like she might commit me. “Like I was . . . well . . . like
folks talk to you.”
    Renee’s aura filled up with pink again and she reached across the
table and patted my hand. “They didn’t in CIG?”
    “You kidding me?”
    “No.” Renee leaned her elbows on the table. I half expected her to
slip into shrink mode.
    I took a couple of moments to sneak in some more delicious food.
If she started to ask me how I felt about it, I was leaving, cold or no cold.
“I was Lilia’s kid . . . the kid.”
    “Ah,” Renee said and started to eat her own food.
    Being the super-seer’s kid was enough to make me feel like I had a
neon sign above my head. It had taken some getting used to and a lot of
control. I went from the loner, the freaky kid that everyone hated in Oppidum
to the hero who saved the town from a killer. That was before I had the
undivided curiosity of an entire base. I’d been through the entire spectrum:
from freak, to loner, to convicted felon, to outcast, to hero, to the kid of
some big hero in CIG. It was a transition that still confused the heck out of
me. Yet, apart from my fellow inmates and Renee, there hadn’t been anyone who
actually just talked to me. I was used to being gawped at, but being treated
like I was everybody else? Not so much.
    We sat there in silence—well, not quite silence, mostly chomping
noises and appreciative groans about the food—and I realized that I was half
ready to stay here, wherever here was.
    “Some people are just nice,” Renee said, placing her knife and
fork down. She’d left all the crunchy bits of the bacon. “You haven’t gotten to
see that yet.”
    I stole the scraps off her plate. I loved the crunchy bits. “Or
she just doesn’t know I’m a freak yet.”
    Renee gave my hand a sharp tap. “Don’t do that. You’re an amazing
woman. She’d love you.”
    I crunched away, sure that Renee was just being nice. “Really?”
    Renee sat back, her stare certain. “Yes. Don’t judge everyone by
Oppidum’s standards.”
    I narrowed my eyes. A challenge, huh? “So, if I wander up to her
and tell her that I can see how much she wants