“Yes,” Priscilla added. “I'm curious about the reason for this Myteriously Important Meeting.” Then, as if to herself, “Mysterious Important Meeting. M.I.M. Mim. I like it.”
“Well,” Eric says, almost making me laugh with how completely he takes this in stride, “There's been a development.” Then he looks at me, and Brooke and Priscilla look at me, too, and the time for wanting to laugh is over.
I'm torn between composing a formal report-speech to the board of... whatever we are, and wanting to just say it and get it over with. Not surprisingly, the latter desire wins out. I'm not great with formal speeches.
I put my hand in my jeans pocket. Come to think of it, I'm not that great with informal speeches.
“The other day I heard a guy's thoughts.” And I look at Brooke, to see what she'll think, because she's the one who told us something similar last time. “At least I'm pretty sure. It sounded like – like Green Speech.”
Brooke is staring at me. “Empaths hearing plants and Green Speakers hearing people,” she says carefully. “So I'm not crazy.”
“Either that or we both are,” I say.
She smiles a solemn little smile.
“Highly likely,” Priscilla says suddenly.
“You bet,” Eric says at exactly the same time.
Priscilla dissolves into ridiculous, sort of hiccupy giggles that are strangely contagious.
Maybe we can figure this out.
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