GBVE: Marley Gibson

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The topic: “A young woman confronts her parents after discovering she has inherited telekinetic powers.”
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It had to have been all the alcohol.

Lots of alcohol. Eight glasses of Pinot Grigio, followed by shots of Jagermeister to be exact. But you only turned thirty once.

Still…all that alcohol had made some weird things happen last night.

Callie Masterson handed over a dollar to the Mass Turnpike toll booth worker and hit the gas as she continued on her way to her parents’ house out in Newton. Her head prickled with traces of a post-party hangover, but at least she’d been smart enough to pop a few Tylenol before passing out on her bed and wishing like hell that she’d feel better in the morning.

And strangely, she did.

Wishing. Hmmm…her birthday wishes seemed to be coming true. At least one from last night that had her so rattled this morning.

Zipping out onto the Pike, she weaved in and out of traffic with the greatest of ease headed west out of Boston. She usually hated the drive out to Newton, but somehow, the cars were literally getting out of her way. Doing exactly what she was wishing…that they’d move.

Just like last night with David McIntyre.

The other brokers from the sales desk at Westerfield Financial Services took Callie, one of the top, most professional sales people, out to celebrate her thirtieth birthday. They started at Whiskey’s on Boylston, went to the Globe further down the street and then ended up at the Foggy Goggle. Foggy was the appropriate word because by then, Callie was way gone on all the free wine, happy, singing, hugging her friends and finally relaxing on a soft couch taking everything in. The group had ended up in the lower bar, doing shots and dancing.

That was when it happened. She didn’t remember some things about the evening, but David McIntyre, tall, gorgeous, shaggy brown hair and dreamy hazel eyes, was something she’d never forget. The fellow broker was already an unrequited crush of hers, but when she watched him moving to the music looking soooooooo damn good, she thought one thing:

I wish he’d rip off his shirt and give me a birthday lap dance.

And next thing Callie knew, he did.

David McIntyre, Mr. Conservative Power Broker with the supply of Brooks Brother’s suits, grabbed at the front of his blue oxford shirt, tugged off his classically striped tie and proceeded to straddle his mile-long legs around Callie while gyrating to the music. His broad chest was covered with a thick, brown mass of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. She may have. All she knew was David McIntyre, the most beautiful man in the office, was giving her an ultimate birthday present. All because I wished for it.

She shook her thoughts and took the Newton exit, weaving effortlessly through the residential streets to her parents’ house. She parked, got out and padded to the back door, using her key to let herself in.

“Anyone home?” she called out.

“In here, dear!” her mother answered. “Oh, let me see you…”

“Mom, it’s no big deal,” Callie said, laughing as her mother approached with wide arms.

Nancy Masterson gathered Callie to her and squeezed tightly. “My baby is all grown up now.”

Callie felt smothered, breathing in deep. “Mom, stop.”

And she did.

Wow, that’s never worked before.

“Sit, sit, dear…I’ll get you some coffee and we’ll talk.” Her mother turned her back and went to the cupboard.

Feeling experimental and a little wigged out at how the world seemed to be obeying her all of a sudden, Callie focused hard on the kitchen chair, directing it to slide back away from the table. In a quick motion, the chair shook and then catapulted a foot from its resting place.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

“Callie Elizabeth Masterson!” Nancy said, like she always did whenever Callie did or said something she shouldn’t.

But Callie wasn’t listening. She was shaking. Hard. What just happened? She’d wanted the chair to move and it did. She’s wanted the cars on the Pike to get out of her way and they did. She’d wanted David McIntyre to rip off his shirt and lap dance her…and he did.

Nancy stepped to her. “Sweetie, you’re trembling. What’s the matter?”

How did she explain this when she didn’t understand it herself?

“I…I…it’s just…things are…weird…I’m seeing things…”

Her mother was attentive. “Like what?”

Callie swallowed hard. She loved her mother, trusted her implicitly. “Things are…moving when I want them to.” She stopped and shook her head. “Maybe I have a hangover, after all.”

Her mother covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, sweetie. It’s happened.”

Furrowing her brow, Callie asked, “What’s happened?”

“The Gift. It’s happened.”

“Mom, what gift? A birthday gift?” Callie was confused.

Nancy pulled over a chair and set her down, taking the one next to her. “Callie, I thought it wouldn’t happen to you, but it has. And if I’d thought of it more, it would make sense because it happens when you turn thirty.”

Callie shook her head as she continued to tremble. “What happens?”

“The Gift,” Nancy explained. “It usually skips a generation in our family, but it seems you’ve gotten it too. I have it and my sister has it and our grandmother had it. Mother never had it, but she knew about it. I’m so glad you’re here so we can talk and I can help you harness The Gift as it’s a very special thing. Oh, I’m so excited for you!”

“Mom! You’re talking Farsi to me. What gift? Please tell me.”

“You’ve finally inherited my telekinetic powers.”

Callie’s mouth fell open. “You’re completely messing with me! What telekinetic powers?”

Nancy continued to smile. “Everyone has the potential to be telekinetic, but the women in our family seem to pass it down as an inheritance. Telekinesis is created by higher levels of consciousness and gives you the energy to move or bed objects by using your thoughts in your subconscious mind. And yours have kicked in on your thirtieth birthday, just like the rest of us, Callie! Isn’t it wonderful?”

Callie leaned back in the chair and tried to steady her breathing. If what her mother was saying was true, then her life had completely changed. Everything would be different from here on out.

And, she owed David McIntyre an enormous apology…and one hell of a tip.
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For more information about Marley Gibson, visit http://marleygibson.com, and check out the hilarious and infamous Boston-based blog of her character, Vanessa Virtue! Her four book sorority series with Puffin will be a Spring 2008 release.