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“Come in,” I call after hearing the knock. Mom cracks the door and enters, her arms filled with a stack of books.
“Wow,” she gasps as she places the books on my bed and looks at my work. “It’s looking better.”
I look at the still dented, but shinier crown. “It’s getting there. I doubt I’ll be done by the time we leave, but it will be presentable.”
She sits on the bed, opening the book on the top of the stack and flipping through the pages. “Your dad said you were able to block hearing his thoughts.”
“I did,” I tell her, turning in my chair to face her. “I mean, I think I’ve got it figured out, but it’s hard. It gives me a headache after a while.”
“That happens to me when I push too hard,” she says, giving me a small smile. “I understand your need to master that, but
