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details about how I
knew it.
    “I know her,” Brady said. “She sits behind me
in math. She’s kinda quiet but funny once she talks.”
    “She’s about to get humiliated,” I said. “I
think you should go talk to her.”
    “Me?” Brady said. “Why me?”
    I smiled. “I think it’s what your mom would
have wanted.”
    Brady looked over at Jen. He shrugged and got
up and walked over.
    I’m not sure what Brady said to her. They
talked for a little bit in a friendly manner. At some point she
looked at her phone in disbelief, but she didn’t walk away. When
the text came, I could see how upset she was. Brady took her phone
and put it in her bag.
    A few minutes later, Brady said something that
made her laugh.
    I decided they would be fine without me. I’d
already seen it.
    So I got up and discreetly left.
     
    * * * *
     
    “What did you see?” Mary asked anxiously. “In
your vision, what was it you saw?”
    “I saw them in about ten years,” I said.
“They’ll be friends for a few weeks. Then they’ll be on her porch
and he’ll be trying to get the nerve up to kiss her. He’ll move in,
move away. Until she decides to kiss him instead. That’s a story
that they’ll share with friends and family when they get
married.”
    “Married?” Mary said. “Oh that’s
wonderful.”
    “Yeah, it is,” I said. “Brady and Jen found
each other that day. And he learned to forgive himself. He won’t go
back to that grave so often. Not that he’ll forget you. He’ll never
forget you. But he was able to move on with his life.”
    Mary cried. “Thank you.”
    She got up and walked over. She was wearing the
same pretty flowered dress she had on the day I saw her on the
bus.
    “I suppose that this will probably be the last
time I see you to?”
    She nodded. “I think it’s time. I feel bad. I
wanted to help you.”
    “You did,” I said. “Really, being able to talk
about things felt good. It’s made me realize something. I didn’t
tell you this part, but on my birthday, I went into my parents’
bedroom. I don’t go in the often. I got a flash. They’re getting
divorced. I saw them talking it over like it was business
transaction. My name never came up.”
    Mary’s eyes were filled with sympathy. “I’m so
sorry.”
    I simply shrugged.
    “Bristol,” she said. “I keep feeling like
there’s more. Something you’re not telling me. Like why you don’t
date. You’re a very pretty seventeen-year-old girl.”
    I shrug again, but she won’t let it go this
time.
    “I’ve always felt like dating someone would be
like cheating.”
    Mary frowned. “On who?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know his name. We’ve never
met. I’ve seen him in my visions since I was little. I think we’ll
be meeting soon.”
    “And then?”
    I sighed, not wanting to think of the
possibilities. There were only two possible outcomes, both of which
terrified me.
    “Then we’ll see,” I said.
    Mary nodded. “Can I make a suggestion?” I
nodded, so she continued. “You should keep a journal. Maybe on a
computer with a password. If you can’t talk to anyone else, you can
at least have that way of expressing yourself.”
    “A journal?” I said. “Really?”
    “Why not,” Mary replied. “Or I could try and
not move on.”
    “You need to,” I told her. “Not that I’m not
going to miss you.”
    Mary smiled. “Wait,” she said. “I can’t leave
yet. You have to tell me about Jerry. Is he still hanging around,
singing that same song?”
    I laughed and shook my head.
    “No,” I said. “I dealt with Jerry.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Come here, Jerry,” I said.
    Jerry, who was standing on my dining room table
like it was a stage, hoped down. “I think I almost got it,” he
said.
    The fact was, each attempt was further away
from the correct version. And it was getting painful. His lyrics
were now involving farm animals and the melody sounded like a cross
between polka music and heavy metal.
    I held out a chair for