"They believed me," Zoe said, her voice still high and - younger, she sounded younger. "My sister had it too, you see. I didn't find that out till years later. We were poor. And proper godfearing folk, you know? It was unnatural - me, I was - but my parents or my uncle knew these people that would-" she was choking up, like a hand squeezing her throat.
She twisted her neck upwards and stared at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. Come on! she told herself angrily. She just had to separate the story from herself. She should be able to do this. It was years ago, half the world away. "People that would pay good money for a goddamn psychic kid," she snapped.
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Date: 2014-05-06 05:25 am (UTC)From:She twisted her neck upwards and stared at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. Come on! she told herself angrily. She just had to separate the story from herself. She should be able to do this. It was years ago, half the world away. "People that would pay good money for a goddamn psychic kid," she snapped.