She shook her head. "Just excited," she breathed. "What a funny way to get to know you!"
"Then we'll try one more thing, baby," I said. "Come on next door to my place. There's some stuff over there I want you to work with."
I thought Pheola might boggle about going into my apartment, but she came readily enough. I guess a PC has some pretty strong notions about what is going to happen next.
Just to keep the mood the same, I turned on my hi-fi and drew the loveseat up in front of the desk in my study. Pheola found a way to sit closer to me than I would have imagined possible while I fished a set of weights out of a drawer and laid them on the polished teak.
"Here's how it goes," I said to her, and TK'd the weights off the wood one at a time. Anybody else would have gotten bug-eyed, but Pheola just squinted to see better. Finally I made the big weight cross the room, go behind us, and then come back to its place on the desk. She had never seen a demonstration of trained ability, and to her it was so much magic.
"You've been doing the same thing, Pheola," I told her as I put an arm around her shoulder. "Only you've been doing it first to my nerves and later to my insides. Now let me see you do it to this little ball."
She looked at the little sphere of pith, similar to the ones that Evaleen Riley had used for practice, but nothing happened.
"I can't feel it," she protested, "It ... It isn't you, Lefty. I'll never feel anything that isn't you!"
"Don't get mystical," I snapped. "You did some healing before you met me, and I don't suppose you were in love with every one you helped, were you?"