It wasn't enough to be kidnapped, I had to be insulted too.

I'm a middle-class former housewife who goes to my daughter's softball games.

You never told me all this before," I said, by way of explanation. "You all have divided up America into kingdoms, is that right?

My mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldn’t accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard people’s thoughts. Of course, she couldn’t admit I was literally hearing people’s thoughts because that just didn’t fit into her world.

Eric turned to me, kissed me on the lips very lightly, and looked at my face for a long moment. “He’ll spare you,” Eric said, and I understood he wasn’t really talking to me but to himself. “You’re too unique to waste.” And then he opened the door.

I freely admit I know nothing about television or writing for the screen.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.