“We need to make sure we’re there when Jacob wakes up,” Delphie said to Valerie.
“What’s the big deal?” Valerie asked. “He’s been in and out of medication for the last week.”
“Medication blocks a psychic’s ability. I know it sounds weird, but for a true psychic, your ability to intuit is like a third leg. When your intuition is clogged, you don’t remember the most basic things. It’s like being brain damaged.”
“Like when you had your hysterectomy?” Valerie asked. “I’d better call the hospital immediately.”
Valerie dialed Denver Health on her cell phone. She waited on hold for Jacob’s nurse.
“My hysterectomy? That was not good,” Delphie said.
“You couldn’t remember your name,” Valerie said. “You kept asking me how I grew up so fast. You thought I was twelve. It was hilarious.”
“Yes, it was,” Delphie said. “All of that medication is going to catch up to Jacob. You know how intense your brother can be.”
Valerie held up a finger. Talking back and forth, she thanked the nurse and hung up the phone.
“He’s awake and with the doctor now. The nurse said he will be released at four o’clock. Something about medication half-life … something.”
“We’d better be there.”
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1, continues tomorrow…
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