Chapter 2

"So let me get this straight," Alex began as she towered above me making sure I wasn't crushed by my overzealous bench press attempt. "The old lady had your eyes, implied that your dad has them too, and said that's why you see ghosts?"

"Pretty much." I breathed exhausted by what I knew would be my only successful attempt. "Was that 150 yet?"

She laughed a little as she let down her flowing raven hair to readjust her ponytail. "Sorry Boo that was only 125, but you're getting there."

Alex was one of the few people I considered close enough to speak to about my gift. Luckily for me, she thought it was cool. It made calling me Boo has a double meaning, and she liked things like that.

After catching my breath I sat up and took a moment to admire the loving Amazon now sitting on the bench across from mine.

"So should I go?" I asked sheepishly as I wiped the sweat from my face with a soft teal towel.

"You seem like she left you with more questions than answers. I will drive you there and check out the local thrift shops. That, or I could sit a few tables away if you'd feel safer."

"Either way is fine with me. You could eat and then check out shops if we are still talking and you get bored. I'm going to put my phone on the charger while I shower to make sure it's fully charged."

"Sounds good to me. We should go in separately so that he doesn't get overwhelmed."

"I agree, and no matter what, tomorrow is just for us. You finally get to take me to the bar."

Alex was three years older than me and had been planning for months on how we would celebrate and what drinks I should try.

"Sounds like a deal" She shouted from the other side of the locker room. "Let's hurry and get you home so you can rest mentally and physically before we go."

We took our showers, packed our gym bags, and drove home listening to 80s rock music.

I spent the next thirty minutes staring at an array of flannels and t-shirts. I only had one dress and I wanted to avoid false impressions as much as possible. I eventually chose a purple and white flannel over a black tank paired with my favorite pair of ripped jeans.

I walked out of my bedroom to see Alex sitting at the table with two omelets and two glasses of orange juice. "You need to buy your vegetables the day you plan to use them. You had mushrooms, an onion, and a bell pepper that needed to be used soon, and you won't be home tomorrow."

"I'm just happy you made us breakfast. I figured you would want to go home and get ready."

"I figured you would need me after you told me about everything last night. I brought a nice outfit and a little makeup."

"You don't need it."

"You don't either, but we both know that we are going to have on something. At least mine is just a foundation. Yours is black eyeliner."

"I love you!" It always made me laugh when we bantered like this.

"I love you too! Now eat! You hit a new PR, and you need the nutrients."

I was healthy by default dating her. If things went well today I would make sure to mention that to my father when introducing her. I don't know why it mattered, but I wanted him to like her.

I felt so glad she was driving as we got closer to Guthrie. I was feeling more than I could process as I stared out the window at the rolling fields we passed by.

"I'm not going to ask if you're okay because I know that's a stupid question right now, but do you want to talk about what you are feeling?"

"I'm feeling glad that I'm not driving." I tried to force a laugh.

"Listen Boo, not knowing him has been part of your identity for twenty-one years. No matter what happens today, it's going to feel like it changes you. You're still you though. Still beautiful inside and out. Still able to help souls that others can't reach. Most importantly, you're still my favorite person."

"I love you. You know that?"

I realized her deep brown eyes had been looking into the depths of my soul. I may have been the writer, but she always knew the words I needed to hear.

"I love you too. Do you want me to go in first?"

"Let me go in first so you can sit in view just in case I need you."

"Roger that."

She found a place to park her little red Chevy truck, and I stepped out into the heat. I stood leaning against the passenger door taking deep breaths as I worked to convince my feet to move.

I didn't have to scan the room long before I saw them.

"Do you need help finding a place to sit?" asked a thin middle-aged woman.

"No, I'm- I'm meeting someone. I think that's him over there."

"Dating an older man to make the parents mad? I tried that once. It wasn't all"

I had to cut her off. I was hoping he couldn't hear the conversation. "Woah, it's not like that. I have a girlfriend. He's a relative."

I ducked past her, straightened my stance, and walked toward the spirit I recognized as my grandmother. The man she sat next to was thin. He had shaggy gray hair and a short beard. I noticed him look over at her just before making eye contact with me as he rose from the restaurant bench.

That confirmed it. He can see ghosts too. I was frozen in a mix of emotions as Alex glid past me led by the awkward receptionist.

Good. I thought as she was seated two tables behind him.

"Are you Kelsey?" The man asked sheepishly. I could see both hope and fear in his dual-toned eyes. Eyes frighteningly similar to my own.

"Yeah, that- that would be me," I replied stoically. I was determined to conceal my emotions until later in the conversation at least.

We stood awkwardly at the side of the table. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for a hug or simply waiting for me to sit.

"You two sit down, and I will leave you to talk." The frail woman instructed.

This seemed to free us both from an uncomfortable trance.

"You should start. Your questions are far more important than mine I'm sure." He nodded to me holding out an open palm.

About that time, our waitress came to take our drink order. He simply asked for water while I requested a Dr. Pepper and saw Alex smile towards me. I knew she was listening, and she knew exactly what I would get to drink.

"Okay," I began as the waitress went to retrieve our drinks, "there's not an easy way to do this. It's going to be uncomfortable no matter what. With that being said, let's try a little icebreaker called Two Truths and a Lie." This was going to feel like a first date. Two people trying desperately to understand each other and discern whether or not a relationship is possible.

"I'm familiar. Sounds like a good way to get a conversation started." His voice was calm and coarse.

"Right, I will start while you think of yours." I decided that this icebreaker could be a good way to broach the whole sexuality issue. " I have a girlfriend, I was raised by a single mom, and knowing that you try to celebrate my birthday but never tried to reach out makes me more angry with you than I usually am."

"Well, not one to pull punches. I see you at least have something in common with your old man." He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Well, I know the last one is true, and I hope your anger will at least cool slightly today. Your mother was a rather flirtatious woman when I knew her. I'd be surprised to learn she has spent all of these years alone. Does your girlfriend treat you well?"

"She does. You found the lie. Congratulations."

"I suppose it's my turn then. Well, every day without you was a day without light, I come from a long line of gifted seers who can see and speak with the dead, and I was a horrible drunk when your mother and I were together."

"I know the second one is true. Your mom implied it the other day. Unfortunately for you, I also know that the last one is true. Mom told me. She said she would come home to find you obsessing over ancient mythology. She said she could tell you were drunk because you'd be talking to yourself about some imaginary battle. Nice try though."

My tone must have gotten a bit aggressive because I noticed Alex looking over. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to let her know everything was okay.

"Ouch, I figured she would lie, but not like that. My grandfather was an alcoholic. Couldn't handle the weight of the family he married into. I hate alcohol because of it. I figured she would have used the old demon line."

"Oh, she does. We don't talk, because she says I talk to demons just like my drunk evil father."

He cracked a slight smile when I said this. "That sounds about right. I can explain what happened, but I'm not sure we should get into that quite yet. "

About that time, our waitress came to take our order.

"Get whatever you want. I can finally buy my kid a meal. I want you to enjoy it." He insisted. "As for me, I will get the ribeye medium with mashed potatoes and fried okra."

"I will get a southwest chicken salad with extra ranch please." I turned my gaze back to my father. "Okay, Eddie right? So, what happened? Why weren't you there?" I was tired of waiting. It was time to have an answer to a lifetime of questions.

"Eddie or EJ is fine. Don't worry, I don't expect you to call me dad any time soon. I hope we get there someday though.

I had hoped your mother and I would settle down together. After I found out you were on the way, I knew I had to tell her about the family gift. Especially since I was nearly certain you would have it too. Her response was less than favorable.

I have spent my life vigorously studying various realms beyond our own to better understand our gift. There is more to it that you do not yet know, but that conversation will be better for a different time.

I tried to remain in your mother's life, but about a month before your birth, she moved back in with her mother and swore to get a restraining order if I ever tried to reach out. I was devastated, but my mother told me that we would be reunited when the time was right. Thankfully, it seems that time has come."

It felt like he was still hiding something. What was it about being a seer that he needed a deeper understanding of and what did ancient mythology have to do with it? He completely brushed over the battle part.

"Okay, but what about the battle thing? Do you have PTSD or something?"

"That's a story for another time kiddo. I think that's our food coming this way."

"Right. So, I guess I should let you ask something while we eat."

"Well, I think I might like to know more about this girlfriend you mentioned. I know if you had a boyfriend I would judge him harshly for allowing you to come meet a strange man on your own, but maybe lesbians are different."

"Firstly," I began as a flash of panic filled me. Alex had heard him, and by the way, she was placing her utensils in her napkin, it seemed she was about to become part of the conversation. "I'm bisexual, not lesbian. Secondly, she-"

"She didn't come alone." Alex cleared her throat as she loomed over my seated father. "Want me to join you Boo, or do you want more time. Your grandma is sitting by him though."

I laughed as my father stared at her respectfully. "She's not here babe. She left after we sat down. I'm okay with you joining us as long as he doesn't mind." I gestured towards my father.

"Fine by me. Would you like help getting your things?"

Asking was no use. Alex grabbed everything from her table and came to sit beside me. "He needs to hear how you feel love. It might be painful for both of you, but you will feel better after."

"As much as I hate it, she's right. You did well for yourself finding her. I won't ask you to take it easy on me, but I will ask you not to judge me too harshly if I get emotional." I could see that he was bracing himself for a verbal assault.

"You weren't there. Everything I did reminded her of you, and you weren't there to protect me. I spent so many nights crying myself to sleep wishing you would come save me." I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Alex placed her hand gently on my thigh as I sobbed. "I wasn't good enough for her, and I felt like I wasn't good enough for you either."

"I'm sorry. I know I can't take away any of that pain, but I am here now. I won't fail you again."

We continued to eat in virtual silence. Alex attempted small talk once or twice, but I was too emotional to participate. Their argument over the bill brought my focus back to the table.

"You can pay for her, but you weren't expecting me to be here, so you're not paying mine." She commanded.

"You take care of my daughter. The least I can do is take care of your meal."

"Let him," I mumbled, "but in return, he has to exchange numbers with me. I'm not going to let you disappear for another twenty-one years. You found me now you're stuck."

"Deal. Can I hug you before we leave? If you're not ready for that I understand." He answered as we stood to pay and leave.

Nearly every part of me was against the idea of a hug, but somewhere deep inside was a little girl who finally got a chance to hug her daddy. Her desire prevailed.

"You were supposed to save me," I whispered tearfully as I became overwhelmed by the feeling of his arms around me.

"Better late than never." He whispered in return. "I love you. Please don't cry."

I swallowed hard, wiped the tears from my face, and looked into his eyes. "How long are you in town? My birthday is tomorrow, but I would like to see you again before you leave."

"Happy birthday. I will be leaving on the fifth, so if you'd like to see fireworks together on Tuesday it would be my honor."

"We will be there. I will text you to plan more."

He gave Alex a concerned glance as we got into her truck.

"Don't worry, I'm going to stay with her tonight in case she needs me."

"Thank you."