"Hoffman-HomeForChristmas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoffman Abbie)

--Let me. Let me!--

She let it go, feeling fatalistic, and the other spoon lying on the counter
rattled against the tiles until she picked it up and put it in the other mug.
The sight of both of them stirring in unison was almost hypnotic.

"I've been reading science fiction for years," Jim said, his voice still coming
out warped, "maybe to prepare myself for this day. Telekinesis?"

"Huh?" said Matt as she set the tea kettle back on the stove and hung up the pot
holder.

"You move things with mind power?"

"No," she said.

"But --" The spoons still danced, crushing lumps of cocoa against the sides of
the mugs, making a metal and ceramic clatter.

"I'm not doing it. They are."

"What?"

"Your kitchen," she said, "is very happy."

Cupboards clapped and drawers opened and shut. Somehow the sound of it all
resembled laughter.

After a moment, Jim said, "I don't understand. I'm starting to think I must be
asleep on the couch and I'm dreaming all this."

--Done,-- said the spoons. Matt fished them out of the cocoa and rinsed them
off.

"Okay," she said to Jim, handing him a mug.

"Okay what?"

"It's only a dream." --Thanks,-- she thought to the kitchen, and headed out to
the living room.

Jim followed her. She found coasters stacked on a side table and laid a couple
on the coffee table, set her cocoa on one, then shrugged out of her coat and sat
on the couch.

"It's only a dream?" Jim said, settling beside her.

"If that makes it easier."

He sipped cocoa. "I don't want easy. I want the truth."