Page 22 of Jacob Michaels is Not Crazy

“I think he knew you was coming back to Point Worth.”

“So…are you saying he’s psychic or clairvoyant, or…”

She chewed at her lip.

“He knew I was destined to be the love of his life?” It came out teasing, but it made my throat clench. “He knew I’d return and the two of us would fall in love or something? Because I’m not so sure he was one-hundred-percent right about that.”

“It had nothing to do with the two of you.” She shook her head.

Frowning was the only way I could respond to that.

“He just…said some things that let me know he was expecting you back.” She said, her voice measured. “Not that he knew when, of course. He just knew it would happen.”

My teeth chewed at my lip for a moment as the thoughts formed in my head. The right questions moving to the forefront.

“When he saw me that first day we met?” I asked. “He wasn’t shy, was he? He was concerned.”

“Might have been.”

“Concerned about what?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know?” She threw her hands up suddenly. “Talk to him about it. Y’all are so close now.”

I sighed.

“And we were having such a nice moment.”

I rose to my feet and started to walk away.

“Oh, don’t be so damn sensitive.” Oma huffed from behind me. “How the hell am I supposed to tell you things I don’t know? Someone needs to slap you upside the head.”

Turning to Oma, I said: “And someone needs to drop a house on your sister.”

Oma’s eyes turned to slits. I let that hang in the air.

“Goodnight, Oma.”

And then I went upstairs to bed.