“The answer is 21. 7 times 3. The answer is 21.”
The voice came from near her computer monitor, but Mina steadfastly ignored it.
“Why are you working on math homework? You know I will give you the right answers. You should really work on your history assignment.”
This time, the voice came from her left side, near her ear, but still Mina didn’t react except to grit her teeth.
“You know what the dentist told you. If you keep gritting and grinding your teeth, you are going to have to wear a mouth guard for at least two more years.” This time, the voice was distinctly coming from the top of her head.
Finally, Mina couldn’t stand it anymore. “Gaaaa! Don’t you get it? I’m gritting my teeth because of you. Why don’t you go away???”
At that, her father, or rather the three-inch tall image of him, just grinned and sat down next to her keyboard. “Because, Mina, you don’t want me to go away.”
“But you’re not real. No one else sees you. I told my teacher, and she said I was having visions and seeing things that aren’t real again. I told Mom, and she just started crying and went into her room and didn’t come out. You’re not real.”
“I’m real to you, aren’t I? That makes me real. I promise I am not a vision.”
“But then why I am the only one who can see you?? I know how crazy it looks when I am having a conversation with someone no one else can see. People just look at me, and then look away, and then look at me out of the corner of their eye, like they want to see what I do, but they don’t want to be caught watching. And now I’m doing it again, I’m talking to you! And no one but me can see you!”
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