Chapter 110: Double-dipping

CONRAD SPOKE UP FIRST. "So Tru's mom was like a human lie detector for little kids ... Doesn't that remind us of someone?"

"Barbecued beef kabobs!" Ruthie remembered to lower her voice, but she still wrung her hands and hopped up and down. "Tru, your mom was like you! That means she was idimmu! She must have been if your aunt was. Does that mean your dad is, too? Oh my gosh! This is crazy!"

Was my mom involved in this madness? Could my dad be, too? "No. Not possible," I murmured.

But impossible had taken a back seat to possible a while ago.

"Tru," Zander said, scooting closer. He rested a hand on my arm tentatively. "Maybe your mom didn't even realize she had a talent like that. It's common for many idimmu to not realize they are different. Just because she could tell when a kid was lying doesn't mean she knew she was idimmu. She may have just chalked it up to great intuition."

"But she wasn't crazy, like idimmu are, I mean." My mom was in her sixties when she died and never once