“Guess what I’m reading next if I tell you the name of a drink,” said my son. He’d called while I was working and my mind was elsewhere as I finished typing the sentence.
“Pan-galactic gargle blaster,” I replied.
“Wha… how… whoa!” he spluttered. “Random as…hmmm…” There was silence for a moment, then, “How do you do that?” It was, after all, the third time I had pulled some seemingly random thought from thin air to ‘read his mind’ that day. Nothing straightforward or obviously predictable, but, given the way his mind works, just random things.
He and his brother are even worse and have always shared an ability to predict each other’s most random thoughts and deeds before they happen. It could be simply a familiarity that goes so deep, knowing each other so well, that they are able to ‘read’ each other like a book… except…
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