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through my blond hair was the mark of a Seer. She’d offered to nurture my abilities, but I didn’t want to be different. I wanted to be an ordinary person who didn’t see ghosts or know things before they happened. Besides, I could never be certain whether I was predicting tragedies or causing them.
    So I’d lied to Nona, insisting that I’d outgrown my “gift.” It took some convincing, but she eventually believed me. If I told her the truth now, she’d never trust me again, and she’d be deeply hurt.
    I couldn’t bear that.
    So I whispered a plea to my spirit guide to make all the weirdness go away. Then I took the cordless phone into my room and shut the door.
    I wanted to talk to Josh, but knew he was busy with his family this weekend. Instead, I made my weekly calls home, which felt wonderfully normal. I had a quick talk with Dad who could be found at his office even on Saturday. Then I made a call to my sisters—Ashley was out with friends, so I talked to Amy. She had a collection of vintage girl series books and described the entire plot of her newest addition, a dust-jacketed copy of Swamp Island Mystery. She was explaining how the author also wrote some original Nancy Drews when I heard my mother’s voice in the background. But I didn’t ask to speak to her, nor did she ask to speak to me. There was nothing to say.
    I’d barely hung up when Penny-Love called, wanting to know all about my date with Josh. I was delighted to tell her. I was describing “the kiss” in delicious detail, when Penny-Love had a call waiting beep and left me on hold. Seconds later, she came back, apologetic because she had to go to a cheer practice.
    “We’ll talk later,” she promised.
    “Not till Monday,” I complained. “You’re always so busy.”
    “So come with me to the cheer club meeting tomorrow night at Jill’s house.”
    “But I’m not a cheerleader.”
    “When did that ever matter? You’re practically part of the squad, like a mascot.”
    “I’ve seen the mascot costumes—and no way am I dressing up like a shark.”
    “You have a point.” Penny-Love laughed. “The costumes are really lame. Lucky for you, there’s no costume required to hang with us. And you’re so artistic, the group will be thrilled to have your help. Say you’ll come.”
    “Okay, okay.” I laughed at her. “I’ll come.”
    After hanging up, I wandered into the kitchen for a snack. I’d skipped breakfast and it was past time for lunch. A PLT—pickle, lettuce, and tomato—sandwich sounded good. Or maybe some clam chowder?
    While I tried to decide, I noticed the egg carton where I left it on the counter. I’d meant to put it in the refrigerator. I started to pick it up when I heard a crash from the back of the house.
    Worried about Nona, I set the carton down and ran out of the kitchen. When I entered my grandmother’s office, I found her digging through her closet, with her rear stuck up in the air.
    “Nona, are you okay?” I asked, coming up beside her.
    “Yes. This is just so frustrating!” My grandmother tossed a box on the floor beside me and swore under her breath.
    “What?”
    “I can’t find the notebook where I wrote down my computer password.” She shuffled through a folder, then tossed that aside, too.
    “Don’t you know the password by memory?”
    “I did until yesterday when I updated my computer and changed the password. Then I wrote it down in a blue notebook, just in case I forgot.”
    “And you forgot?”
    “I thought it was ‘cupid,’ but that turned out to be an old password. So I tried ‘sonnet,’ ‘valentine,’ and ‘sweetheart.’ None worked! Where did I put my notebook?” She sank wearily into her swivel desk chair. “I even consulted my crystals and the tarot, but that didn’t help either.”
    “You don’t need the other side, Nona. I’m here for you.”
    “Thanks, sweetie. All my client information is on my computer. I’m ruined if I can’t access my files. I know I