you."
Dude thinks I'm completely insane. Oh, right ... I have a spirit that talks to me in my head. Can't exactly prove that to anyone. It's not like any of these adultsâexcept Loreen and maybe Father Massimoâwould take me at my word.
We can convince him together
, Emily suggests.
How?
I'm here to help you ...
"Let's go back into the office," he says, holding his arm out to escort me. "I'm very impressed with your perception, Kendall. But I'm still concerned that you're hearing voices and getting headaches and physical traumas." He sits at his desk; I sit in the chair.
"It's just Emily most of the time. Unless it's during a ghost investigation. Then I usually pick up the spirits in the area we're in. Sometimes we get EVPsâyou know, electronic voice phenomenaâthat match what the spirits are saying to me."
"And the headaches?"
I shrug. "The headaches mostly warn me when something's up. Like when I first met Emily. Turns out she's been with me my whole life and I'm just now able to see her again. When I was little, my parents told me I shouldn't have an imaginary friend, and I believed them."
"She's not imaginary then?" he asks, taking more notes.
"No. She's very real."
He wants proof
, Emily observes.
Then let's give it to him
.
Emily appears near him, directly behind his chair. "Mention law school to him."
I clear my throat. "Umm, Emily says I should talk to you about law school?"
Dr. Kindberg's clearly taken aback. His mouth drops open. "What about law school?"
Smiling at me, Emily says, "He took the LSAT and applied to six law schools. However, he didn't accept any of the offers he got."
"Why didn't you take any of the acceptances you received?" I ask. "You had, like, five of them, didn't you?"
I love when an adult is speechless, especially a professional one like this who my parents are paying top dollar for. I continue to listen to what Emily is sharing with me. It's sort of a sad story about the young Ken Kindberg.
"Holy crap, Dr. Kindberg. Your mom got cancer and so you didn't go to law school? That's the saddest thing ever." I put my hand to my heart, feeling the skittering beat.
"How ... how do you know that?"
"I don't. But Emily does," I explain. "She says that you nursed your mom through her chemo and radiation treatments for a year before the cancer took her. She ... she ... oh my God. She went a bit crazy, didn't she? Poor woman. Almost like Alzheimer's. She was paranoid about everything and talking to herself. Oh, stop, Emily. I'm so sorry your mom died, Dr. Kindberg." The emotional tension in the room rises like a tsunami. It's like the walls are going to cave in and suffocate me from the sorrow and grief coming from him.
I can tell that the man is blown away. Shock is etched all over his face, although he remains calm. "Very impressive, Kendall. Very few people know of my mother's suffering."
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying toâ"
"No, no, nothing to apologize for. It was a difficult time for me, true; you obviously picked up on that. I've been torturing you a bit, so you felt you should do the same."
I jump to my feet. "God, no! I was just saying what Emily told me to say." I look past him to her. "Emily!"
"I wanted to show him that you'reâthat we'reâfor real."
"I needed to prove my abilities to you," I say softly.
He nods. "That you did." Dr. Kindberg stands and goes to the door. "Let's bring your mother back in here to discuss the next step, shall we?"
I stop him with my hand on his arm. This information I don't get from Emily; I sense it myself. "Your mother knows you went to medical school. And that you went into psychiatry to help people like her who couldn't help themselves." I choke back the tears gathering in my throat. "She's very proud of you."
Dr. Kindberg reaches over and rubs my hand. "Thank you for that, Kendall."
He turns and leaves to go get Mom.
Phew!
I'm completely worn out.
"Well? How'd she do?" Mom asks, like I've just finished a
Dude thinks I'm completely insane. Oh, right ... I have a spirit that talks to me in my head. Can't exactly prove that to anyone. It's not like any of these adultsâexcept Loreen and maybe Father Massimoâwould take me at my word.
We can convince him together
, Emily suggests.
How?
I'm here to help you ...
"Let's go back into the office," he says, holding his arm out to escort me. "I'm very impressed with your perception, Kendall. But I'm still concerned that you're hearing voices and getting headaches and physical traumas." He sits at his desk; I sit in the chair.
"It's just Emily most of the time. Unless it's during a ghost investigation. Then I usually pick up the spirits in the area we're in. Sometimes we get EVPsâyou know, electronic voice phenomenaâthat match what the spirits are saying to me."
"And the headaches?"
I shrug. "The headaches mostly warn me when something's up. Like when I first met Emily. Turns out she's been with me my whole life and I'm just now able to see her again. When I was little, my parents told me I shouldn't have an imaginary friend, and I believed them."
"She's not imaginary then?" he asks, taking more notes.
"No. She's very real."
He wants proof
, Emily observes.
Then let's give it to him
.
Emily appears near him, directly behind his chair. "Mention law school to him."
I clear my throat. "Umm, Emily says I should talk to you about law school?"
Dr. Kindberg's clearly taken aback. His mouth drops open. "What about law school?"
Smiling at me, Emily says, "He took the LSAT and applied to six law schools. However, he didn't accept any of the offers he got."
"Why didn't you take any of the acceptances you received?" I ask. "You had, like, five of them, didn't you?"
I love when an adult is speechless, especially a professional one like this who my parents are paying top dollar for. I continue to listen to what Emily is sharing with me. It's sort of a sad story about the young Ken Kindberg.
"Holy crap, Dr. Kindberg. Your mom got cancer and so you didn't go to law school? That's the saddest thing ever." I put my hand to my heart, feeling the skittering beat.
"How ... how do you know that?"
"I don't. But Emily does," I explain. "She says that you nursed your mom through her chemo and radiation treatments for a year before the cancer took her. She ... she ... oh my God. She went a bit crazy, didn't she? Poor woman. Almost like Alzheimer's. She was paranoid about everything and talking to herself. Oh, stop, Emily. I'm so sorry your mom died, Dr. Kindberg." The emotional tension in the room rises like a tsunami. It's like the walls are going to cave in and suffocate me from the sorrow and grief coming from him.
I can tell that the man is blown away. Shock is etched all over his face, although he remains calm. "Very impressive, Kendall. Very few people know of my mother's suffering."
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying toâ"
"No, no, nothing to apologize for. It was a difficult time for me, true; you obviously picked up on that. I've been torturing you a bit, so you felt you should do the same."
I jump to my feet. "God, no! I was just saying what Emily told me to say." I look past him to her. "Emily!"
"I wanted to show him that you'reâthat we'reâfor real."
"I needed to prove my abilities to you," I say softly.
He nods. "That you did." Dr. Kindberg stands and goes to the door. "Let's bring your mother back in here to discuss the next step, shall we?"
I stop him with my hand on his arm. This information I don't get from Emily; I sense it myself. "Your mother knows you went to medical school. And that you went into psychiatry to help people like her who couldn't help themselves." I choke back the tears gathering in my throat. "She's very proud of you."
Dr. Kindberg reaches over and rubs my hand. "Thank you for that, Kendall."
He turns and leaves to go get Mom.
Phew!
I'm completely worn out.
"Well? How'd she do?" Mom asks, like I've just finished a
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