Chapter Thirty-Nine Friday, December 11
Gina, bless her, spared me further drama last night by excusing herself and Trina right after we divvied up the pizzas. Given all the other unwelcome truths I’ve had to face this week, I didn’t want to dwell on the knowledge that Mom was psychic too. But as I scarfed down several slices of Romano’s best, how could I not?
I had always assumed Mom hit the bottle because it was the only way she could cope with having to raise a dismal failure like me. In my less dark moments, I reasoned that it could have been to deal with Dad’s absence. Now, though, I can only wonder…was it her ESP that drove her to drink?
Assuming her ability worked the same way mine does, she may have had to put up with visitations from any number of dead relatives. Neither she no
