“I think these spirits are talking to me, but why now and not back at the farm? Or on the road.” When she got no answer, Christelle glanced away from the water and at Eka, whose scrunched up face stared back at her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to mind answer you. Is it working?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Eka stood. “Maybe being around all this is helping your magic.” Eka peeled off her t-shirt and shorts, revealing her bathing suit. “Maybe you need all this to get back in the swing. And,” She winked, “you did get an upgrade.”
Christelle lost the thread of Eka’s response as she stripped off her clothes. “What are you doing?”
All Eka’s sadness from a minute ago seemed gone as she grinned, her eyebrows wiggling as she raised her voice. “Sema, I’m going in again!”
“Eka, no!” Sema’s voice raced
