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me
about it, right?”
    I shrug. “I
guess.”
    “I’ve been
there. I was your age when I started seeing these fleeting images
coming off people in the street. Turns out I was seeing bits of the
spirits who were hanging around, trying to communicate with the
living. Try explaining that to you mother at age sixteen,
right?”
    “My mom’s not
around,” I say.
    “That’s tough.
But how about this. You just try to describe the picture you saw
that got Marlene so worked up she dragged you out here, OK? Can you
just tell me what the image looked like? Think of me like a doctor,
honey. Anything you say here is confidential, and none of your
friends will ever repeat it, right guys?”
    My friends all
agree, and I’m left with my nightmare: everyone looking at me,
waiting for me to describe how strange I am.
    “I saw a girl
glowing in the dark.”
    “Glowing?” asks
the psychic.
    “Bright
yellow.”
    “Where did you
see this? In a dream?”
    “No. I saw it
in the real world. The girl goes to our school. She looks normal to
everyone else, but when I look at her, I see a yellow light all
around her.”
    Madame Knight
smiles. “That’s easy, sweetheart. You’re seeing this girl’s
aura.”
    “Aura?” I ask.
I know the word, but I’ve never really thought about what it
means.
    “Everyone has
one. It’s the inner light. Some people are so sensitive that they
can actually see it. All auras are unique, just like people.
They’re different colours, sometimes it seems like the colour is
moving around. Is it like that?”
    “Yeah, but hers
is just yellow.”
    “And this girl,
is she someone special to you?” I wonder if this lady is asking if
I like-like girls, but I ignore it.
    “No. she’s just
some girl. Older than us.”
    “Dina
Jennings,” Marlene blurts out. “We found her in the yearbook.”
    Madame nods,
but obviously the name doesn’t mean much to her. “And this Dina is
the only person whose aura you can see?”
    “Yeah. I see it
every time I see her at school.”
    “And you don’t
see this around anyone else? No red auras around boys, blue auras
around teachers?”
    “Nothing. Just
this one girl.”
    “Well,’ says
Madame, “I bet this Dina just has a particularly strong aura,
that’s all. And you’re a little bit sensitive to these things, so
you can see her aura but you can’t see everyone else’s. I bet as
you go through life, from time to time you’ll see others with auras
like hers. Nothing to worry about. Some people have a prophetic
dream every couple years, some people get gut instincts that tell
them not to get on a plane that ends up crashing. And some see
auras every once in a while.”
    “But it
predicted the future,” Marlene says. “The yellow thing—aura—it was,
like, out to get her.”
    “How’s that?”
the psychic seems puzzled.
    “When I first
saw the aura,” I say, “it was sort of reaching out, touching the
streetlights as the girl—Dina—walked home. It made all the lights
go out. Then the next day it seems like it was focused around her
left foot, and that’s when Dina’s shoe broke and she tripped and
fell.”
    “You saw that?
Before it happened, you knew something was going to hurt her left
foot?” Madame turns away from me, reaches behind the sheet that
blocked off the rest of the trailer, and retrieves a plastic bag
full of cheap Indian reservation cigarettes. She lights up, her
hands shaking just a bit so the lighter flame quivers, and then she
takes a long drag. “Then I’m afraid you’re not looking at an
aura.”
    “What is it
then?”
    “You’re looking
at a curse.”
    “A what now?”
asks Tam, her voice just as sarcastic as usual. “Like abracadabra,
double double toil and trouble? That kinda curse?” She chuckles at
the thought. I’m still looking at Madame, but I just know Tam’s
shaking her head and making a “this is stupid” face.
    Madame ignores
the sarcasm. “Witchcraft, yes. Well, curse is the wrong word. More
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