“The nerve of what?” Whitney asked.
Norma flattened the tabloid on her desk so Whitney could get a look. It wasn’t front page news. They’d stuck the story somewhere in the middle. But the headline read: Transgender Psychic Fights for Ghost Rights.
Whitney’s initial reaction was to chuckle. But she only reacted that way because she didn’t, at first, realize that the article... was about her.
“There’s your name,” Norma said. “Right there in black and white.”
Whitney’s heart nearly stopped when she looked to where Norma was pointing. That was her name all right, spelled correctly and everything. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror. The reflection looking back at her was strange and distorted.
“Psychic?” she sputtered. “Why would anyone... why would...?”
That’s when she not
