I have one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth, but the brown eye sees much, much more.

It was because of Janice that I first realized this. She didn’t know it at the time, of course, but it was because of her that I realized my abilities so early on.

I was eight, Janice was nine. We were outside playing in her garden when it happened. Her mother had just cooked an apple pie, and she had set it on the windowsill to cool while she cleaned the house. Janice thought it would be fun to put bottles on the windowsill beside the pie, and throw rocks at them to knock them down.

I agreed, and Janice—as always—went first. DING ! The rock knocked the bottle over, and Janice grinned. “Your turn,â€? she said, dancing around in delight.

I picked up a rock and—DING! My rock hit a bottle too. Janice’s grin faded slightly, but it didn’t dissapear altogether, so I didn’t worry. It was when she started frowning that the problems started.