Ask me if I'd rather not know these things. I have enough to worry about with my dad showing up after a two-year vacation from fatherhood, ready to rekindle our relationship before jetting off to save Africa from typhoid. There's something he's not telling me. I know it.
Plus, I've been hiding a cat in my room for two years, which has been giving my mom horrible allergies. When she finds out, her severely clogged head will finally explode. And now I've been assigned to work with Gusty in a hideous new project the faculty are torturing us with at school. It's so wonderful to explore yourself with someone who's always thinking you're sick. I'd probably be a lot better off if I weren't psychic after all . . .