Double Trouble by Tia Mowry Page A

Caitlyn. Pictured her face, her goofy laugh, the whole deal.
    Nothing happened. After a little while, I opened my eyes.
    â€œThis isn’t working,” I said. “Anyway, we’ve tried this before, remember? Touching someone and hoping for a vision doesn’t bring on a vision. If it did, we’d be having them practically nonstop. They come totally at random and we have no say when or where or who as far as I can tell.”
    â€œOkay.” Cait bit her lip. “But it can’t hurt to experiment a little more. I mean, we really don’t know how it works, exactly. Maybe we should try hugging. More touching, more vision, right?”
    I rolled my eyes as she jumped to her feet. But I stood, letting her wrap her arms around me.
    I hugged her back, pressing myself against her. She smelled good.
    â€œHey,” I said suspiciously. “Did you steal my new jasmine shampoo?”
    â€œCassie!” She pulled back. “We need to focus.”
    I pushed her away. “What’s the point? Thisdoesn’t make sense. I mean, I’ve had visions about people when I barely brushed against them—like Bianca, for instance. Why would hugging make any difference?”
    â€œI don’t know.” She brushed her hair out of her eyes, looking as frustrated as I felt. “I’m just trying stuff, you know?”
    Suddenly I snapped my fingers. “Duh,” I said. “I know something we can try.”
    Rushing to our room, I dug the talisman out of my jewelry box and brought it back to the living room.
    â€œOh, right,” Caitlyn said when she saw it. “Good point.”
    I grabbed her hand again, so we were both holding the pendant. It pressed against both of our palms as we stared at each other.
    â€œNothing’s—” Cait began. Then she gasped and her eyes went unfocused.
    That was all I saw clearly. Because the real Caitlyn was fading, replaced by a supervivid, Technicolor Caitlyn. She was standing in our front yardfacing a stern-looking elderly white woman with excellent posture. The woman was scowling and appeared to be yelling as Cait cowered.
    The buzzing was so loud that my head felt ready to explode. With great effort, I pulled back.
    The pendant fell to the floor, and the vision was gone.
    â€œWhoa!” Cait gasped out. “I had one—did you?”
    â€œUh-huh.” I told her what I’d seen.
    â€œWeird,” she said when I finished. “I saw an older woman in mine, too. Gray hair in a bun, thin and kind of tall?”
    â€œThat’s the one,” I said. “She was wearing a blue suit, I think.”
    â€œIn mine, she had on a black dress,” Cait said. “She was smiling and hugging you. Did you recognize her?”
    I shook my head. “Never saw her before. Who do you think she is? New teacher or neighbor or something?”
    Caitlyn shrugged. “She could be anybody. It’s weird we both saw her, though.”
    â€œYeah.” I grinned. “What if it was our grandmother?”
    Cait stared at me. “Do you really think it could be? I mean, we’re both probably thinking about her.”
    â€œNah, I was just kidding. I bet it’s not her. Especially since she probably lives somewhere overseas, at least judging by all the stamps on that box she sent us.” I shrugged. “Anyway, these visions didn’t seem to have anything to do with the pool party or the hospital or any of that. Let’s try again and see if we can get something more useful.”
    She picked up the necklace, and we tried the same thing. But this time nothing happened.
    It figured. If only we’d still had that letter—maybe it would tell us what to do. Or how to reach our grandmother.
    â€œWhat now?” Caitlyn finally asked with a sigh.
    I stared at her, feeling tired. “I don’t know. We’ll just have to keep trying to figure out those visions we had. Maybe try getting more from