Haunter
Price hardly closed his fingers around mine, like he would’ve rather kept his skin from touching anything.
“Let’s close our eyes for the opening prayer,” Amy said.
We did, and as she recited the first incantation, I felt Price did his best to hold my hand like it wasn’t nuclear waste.
“Please kneel down.”
They did, keeping their bodies straight from their knees up, arms to their sides.
“Your glasses, Brandon,” Amy said.
He frowned. “I have this condition, double vision—”
“You don’t need your eyes for this. Keep them closed,” she replied softly, and glanced at me.
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