My eyeballs itched like fire, and I had to blink. I dropped my gaze with a sigh. Clearly I was a rank amateur in the stare-down game. “Please don’t make me,” I said to the floorboards. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready,” she surmised. “Why?” Suddenly irritated because I knew she was right, I plopped a hand on my hip. “Because I’m going to be sleeping in your house on your furniture?” “No,” she said pleasantly. “I wouldn’t dream of kicking you out of your childhood home. However, your body coming out of my body? That gives me the right to ask whatever I want.” I winced. “Mental imagery, Ma.”
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