"Die?"
"He'll outlive me," she said, more glumly than ever. I knew she could not predict past the span of her own life.
"And how long is that?" I needled.
"You can count my time in years, but not enough of them," she said, irritated that I had asked her about her own span. I knew I shouldn't have said it. She had read her own future and found it wanting. "But death hovers close in it," she went on. "You know I don't get clear pictures, Lefty, just a feeling. Death is very, very close. And you are in it."
"And who else?" I pressed her.
"No one I ever met," she said, telling me another limitation of her powers.
"Perhaps I can cure that, Evaleen," I said, letting the last ball drop. More loudly I added: "You get better every day. You could qualify for the second degree if you can do as well under standardized conditions."
"Yes," she agreed. "We've talked enough. You will act on it?"
"Oddly," I said, "I already have. You confirm what another PC says. I'll have you meet her."
"You will not," she said. "I can't stand PC's!"