Edwards exclaimed. "No!" Mr. Edwards paused for a few seconds and then glanced over at his wife. He did not find support."Jim, you know Penny and Kyle...are trustworthy and careful. I think it would be nice if Penny had company while we are away. It can get awfully lonely in this big old house. I can make the guest room available for Kyle." Marilyn, are you sure about this?" Mr. Edwards replied. "I don't know if this is a good idea." I'd feel better if Penny isn't home alone. Kyle can help look. She has no decisions to make. Mine were already made. I tried not to think about the consequences, because it would scare the spit out of me.My audience was one woman, four men and Sean, who already knew. I examined the five. Three of the men I might have approached as potential clients. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street Journal. I had the hook. I just needed the bait."Gentlemen, Miss. In 5 minutes the beach was completely deserted at 5:06 PM. Once everybody was gone I gave Matt and Taylor a mental nudge to come back to shore at the same time so they could chill with there friends. When they got on shore and saw nobody Taylor said Shit where the hell did everybody go looking around everywhere. Matt had a confused look on his face and replied I don't know. He went over to his bag on the beach to pick up his cell phone and went to dial his friends to see where they were. Sitting up and looking around for a minute, feeling no aches or pains and my body, I felt like I’d been reborn. My mind was clear, and sharp. I jumped up out of bed as fast as I could. Unfortunately, since I had no idea of my strength yet, I managed to jump high enough to bounce my head against the ceiling. Following that up, I landed in a heap on my floor giggling.“And for our next act, Meredith and her traumatic brain injury.” I said out loud as I sat up. Hannah was laughing in the back of my.