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The Girl Who Knew Tomorrow
by
Zoa Sherburne
As far back as Angie could remember she had known that she was different.
At first the difference hadn’t bothered her too much. It was as easily
explained as the fact that some little girls had curly blond hair and dimples
and other little girls had straight hair and turned-up noses. It was as easy
to understand as the simple truth that some people were wiser or stronger
or more beautiful than others.
If her father had remained with them, her life might have worked out another
way. Angie liked to believe that he had stayed as long as he could. She
never talked about her father to the others, and once she had overheard her grandmother telling someone that Angie didn’t even remember her father. Actually Angie remembered everything about her father. She could close her eyes and see him clearly, but she recalled a lot more than just the way he looked. His eyes were usually stormy, and he was always biting back words he didn’t want to say. Tense and restless, he hated his job at the trucking company. He like small helpless creatures, even mice, and Angie had never told anyone that her father was responsible for her mother’s failure to catch mice in the elaborate traps she set for them. Her father always found the traps and sprung them so that the mice could get away.
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