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I haven’t told Beth. Because telling Beth might mean telling her more than I want to tell.
I haven’t told Beth a lot of things: not about the gray space, not about the Mayers’ research or being put under hypnosis.
I have told her about s*x. So score one for the older sister.
It’s Sunday morning and I still feel like crap. My stomach is still queasy. My head hurts like crazy. I’ve been lying in bed, unable to muster the strength to get up. I’d love some coffee or tea or something, but apparently my family’s powers of telepathy are weak. They have this habit of bothering me when I want to be alone, and abandoning me when I need them. Okay, maybe that’s an overstatement, but right now I wish just one of them would bother me.
I don’t know what to think. I mean I honestly don’t. That wh
