I didn't think anything would really happen when Joey suggested we have a seance. I mean, who hasn't seen that kind of thing in the movies? It's all old ladies rapping on tables and weird lights in crystal balls. So when Joey suggested we go to the local cemetery on Halloween and try to talk to the dead, I played along. I figured it was just an opportunity for the two of us to spook the others with our special abilities. "I think it sounds fun," I said. "We can wear our costumes and bring candy and stuff. And if anyone else comes lurking in the cemetery, we'll scare the pants off of them." What the rest of the group didn't know is that Joe

I watched the kid rummage around in the old scraps, chuckling a little as he cursed at his skinned knuckles. I jerked my foot off the floor (not as easy as it used to be) as a battery core rolled through the space where my toes had just been. "How do you find anything in here, Pops?" he said. "I knew where it all was, more or less." "Knew?" "Well, you been movin' it around for 3 days, so there's no telling how long it'll take me to learn the new lay of the land, now." The kid was too easy, and I stifled a smile at the guilty look that came over him at the implied difficulty for poor old Pops. "What are you looking for, anyway, Cal?"