“You getting anything?” Graham asked.“I have this vague feeling that someone else is here, but that’s it. I can’t see or hear him.”
“Huh. Any ideas, Bob?”
“He says you won’t see him unless you really want to.”
“I do want to!”
“Some part of you doesn’t, he says.”
Great. I was being psychoanalyzed by a walking piece of deep shag.
(from Nolander by Becca Mills)
7½*/10. The complete review is here.