you?”
She started to get up, but Brian knelt by her side. “Please, it will only take a minute. I…it’s hard to start but…when you almost dropped the plate and I took your arm….”
“I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be so clumsy.”
“No, it’s not that.” He ran his hand through his hair. There was still a big sore patch where he’d been hit. “Oh, rats, how can I explain? You’ll think I’m really weird.”
She smiled, showing perfect teeth. “Mr. Wakefield, I’ve been flying for nearly twenty years and believe me, I’ve seen it all. Don’t be shy. What can I help you with?”
“It’s not me who needs help, it’s you. I have this…gift, I guess you’d call it. When I touch people, I know things about them.” He shifted to get more comfortable. “When I touched you, Patricia, I knew that you’re not only pregnant but planning on having an abortion.”
She gasped, her face lost all color, and she started to get up.
“No, please, let me finish. I can’t touch you. I’ll just know more about you and your life, and right now I can’t handle it.” A vicious headache pounded in his head, and he knew he had to get back to his seat soon or he’d be sick. Damn these visions.
“Don’t get rid of the baby. You won’t be able to have any more children.” He pulled himself up and leaned against the galley door. He hoped to hell no one called for the poor woman right now.
Tears swam in her eyes as she slumped back into her seat. “But how…how is that possible? No one knows except the father.” She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a tissue. “I knew he was married when we started our affair, I just thought…” She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “How could you possibly know?”
“It’s a long story, but basically, I was in an accident. Since I woke up in the hospital, every time I touch anyone, I know things about them.” He gave a rather rueful laugh. “Believe me, I’d rather not have the ability. It makes going out in crowds problematic, if you catch my drift.”
She sat there for a moment then looked up at him. “Thank you. You’re right, it sounds nuts, but I believe you. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
“I thought you should know.” He started for his seat but stopped and turned back. “Oh, Patricia? It’s a boy.”
He fell into his seat, fumbled in his pocket for the vial of pain pills, and popped one in is mouth. He smelled perfume and looked up to see Patricia standing by his side with a glass of cold water.
“This should help.” She put the glass in his hand, careful not to touch him, and left.
He drank all the water and closed his eyes, waiting for relief. He must have dozed for a while, because soon, he felt Robin moving beside him.
“How’s your head. Did you sleep at all?”
“Yes, I did, and I feel better.” He glanced at his watch. “We’ll be landing in less than an hour. Need to use the restroom?”
“Yup, sure do.”
When she came back, she leaned close to him. “Did you talk to the flight attendant?”
“Yes, I told her. Why?”
“She’s putting stuff away in the galley, getting ready to land, but she looks really preoccupied. What do you think she’ll do?”
“I have no idea, honey. I told her, and that’s all I could do.”
Before long, the big jet touched down in Boston. Being in the front allowed Brian and Robin to deplane first. Once the door was open, they got up and started out. The flight attendant stood by the door to the cockpit, and when Brian got beside her, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I’m keeping him.” She was smiling from ear to ear.
He handed her a card with his name and cell phone on it. “If you ever need anything, anything at all, call me.”
“Gee, Brian, doesn’t that make you feel super? You haven’t even had any training for your gift yet and already you’re doing good things.”
Before he could answer, he saw a man standing in the waiting area,
She started to get up, but Brian knelt by her side. “Please, it will only take a minute. I…it’s hard to start but…when you almost dropped the plate and I took your arm….”
“I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be so clumsy.”
“No, it’s not that.” He ran his hand through his hair. There was still a big sore patch where he’d been hit. “Oh, rats, how can I explain? You’ll think I’m really weird.”
She smiled, showing perfect teeth. “Mr. Wakefield, I’ve been flying for nearly twenty years and believe me, I’ve seen it all. Don’t be shy. What can I help you with?”
“It’s not me who needs help, it’s you. I have this…gift, I guess you’d call it. When I touch people, I know things about them.” He shifted to get more comfortable. “When I touched you, Patricia, I knew that you’re not only pregnant but planning on having an abortion.”
She gasped, her face lost all color, and she started to get up.
“No, please, let me finish. I can’t touch you. I’ll just know more about you and your life, and right now I can’t handle it.” A vicious headache pounded in his head, and he knew he had to get back to his seat soon or he’d be sick. Damn these visions.
“Don’t get rid of the baby. You won’t be able to have any more children.” He pulled himself up and leaned against the galley door. He hoped to hell no one called for the poor woman right now.
Tears swam in her eyes as she slumped back into her seat. “But how…how is that possible? No one knows except the father.” She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a tissue. “I knew he was married when we started our affair, I just thought…” She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “How could you possibly know?”
“It’s a long story, but basically, I was in an accident. Since I woke up in the hospital, every time I touch anyone, I know things about them.” He gave a rather rueful laugh. “Believe me, I’d rather not have the ability. It makes going out in crowds problematic, if you catch my drift.”
She sat there for a moment then looked up at him. “Thank you. You’re right, it sounds nuts, but I believe you. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
“I thought you should know.” He started for his seat but stopped and turned back. “Oh, Patricia? It’s a boy.”
He fell into his seat, fumbled in his pocket for the vial of pain pills, and popped one in is mouth. He smelled perfume and looked up to see Patricia standing by his side with a glass of cold water.
“This should help.” She put the glass in his hand, careful not to touch him, and left.
He drank all the water and closed his eyes, waiting for relief. He must have dozed for a while, because soon, he felt Robin moving beside him.
“How’s your head. Did you sleep at all?”
“Yes, I did, and I feel better.” He glanced at his watch. “We’ll be landing in less than an hour. Need to use the restroom?”
“Yup, sure do.”
When she came back, she leaned close to him. “Did you talk to the flight attendant?”
“Yes, I told her. Why?”
“She’s putting stuff away in the galley, getting ready to land, but she looks really preoccupied. What do you think she’ll do?”
“I have no idea, honey. I told her, and that’s all I could do.”
Before long, the big jet touched down in Boston. Being in the front allowed Brian and Robin to deplane first. Once the door was open, they got up and started out. The flight attendant stood by the door to the cockpit, and when Brian got beside her, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I’m keeping him.” She was smiling from ear to ear.
He handed her a card with his name and cell phone on it. “If you ever need anything, anything at all, call me.”
“Gee, Brian, doesn’t that make you feel super? You haven’t even had any training for your gift yet and already you’re doing good things.”
Before he could answer, he saw a man standing in the waiting area,
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