Kindred Spirits
Jordan Castillo Price
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"Have you met my brother John?" asked Jennifer. That's what Adam thought she said, anyway. It was hard to tell over the blare of the stereo and the rise and fall of voices as people talked and laughed and told each other outrageous lies that were meant to titillate and impress.
"I'm Adam," he shouted over the thudding bass.
"Pleased to meet you." John offered his hand, and Adam shook it. John smiled at the overlong sleeve covering Adam's palm. He was at least a dozen years older, and fairly traditional in a cashmere sweater and wool slacks. If he wasn't the spitting dark-haired, dark-eyed image of his sister, he'd look completely out of place in her loft.
"You remember I told you about John--he's visiting from Saint Louis," Jennifer hollered, but Adam hardly heard her, and not only because of the noise. Adam was busy listening to his soul. John? Adam wasn't sure. Jennifer told him lots of things. Adam just nodded.
Two weeks ago, he hadn't even realized his soul could speak. Most people don't. But Adam had stopped in at a psychic fair--not because he normally believed in that kind of stuff, but mostly on a whim. An aura reading led to a phone consultation, which led to an afternoon workshop, which led to a week-long seminar. And now, here he was, eager to translate what his sixth sense was telling him. In a world full of static, even the cheapest of radios could hone in on just one signal; it was simply a matter of fiddling with the dial. Adam knew he was much more sensitive than a radio. He just needed to tune in to the proper channel.
"...and it looks like we're almost out of vodka. I need to go talk someone into making a run to the liquor store. Keep John company for me, would you?"
Adam nodded and felt Jennifer leave without seeing it. Something in his connection with John seemed to intensify without her presence there to dilute it.
Adam focused on his breathing for a few beats and then said something from his inner self. "I sense you're a very spiritual person."
John raised his eyebrows and hid a shy smile behind his wine glass. He had the same Mediterranean looks as Jennifer, same prominent eyes and heavy, beautifully shaped eyebrows. Adam had always envied Jennifer's eyelashes, but her brother's were twice as thick, long and black. He was beefier than she was, and taller up close than he'd seemed from a distance. He stooped just a bit, as if he wished he didn't take up quite so much space.