“Can you see what I see?”
I looked at what he was pointing, “The one with bulgy eyes?”
He was surprised. [I was supposed to say, “There’s nothing there!”]
I asked, “What, did you think you’re the only one who can see them?”
He shrugged. Being seventeen and have someone agree with you is uncommon.
“You’re not crazy,” I explained. “Contrary to what they say, you’re not schizophrenic. You’re just like me and the Timekeeper. We’re gifted with the Sight. We see demons.”
I always wondered after that, if changing his opinion on “Western Medicine” changed his life at all.
