Texas Moon. Joan Elliott Pickart

tossed an orange to Tux. Tux’s hand shot out and snatched the orange out of the air. “Start your salad, big brother.”

      They ate in silence for a few minutes, then Jana-John explained to Abe what had taken place with Tux’s psychic powers.

      “You don’t say,” Abe said. “Tux, you see that you take proper care of that young woman until this mystery is solved.”

      “Yes, sir,” Tux said.

      “He knows that, Abe,” Jana-John said. “In all your reading have you run across anything like this?”

      “Can’t remember that I have,” Abe said. “Back in history if a man had psychic powers they locked him away in an institution.”

      “Good plan,” Blue said. “Bye, Tux. Can I have your stereo system?”

      Tux glared at Blue, then directed his attention to his father. “I spoke to a Dr. Jeremiah Nixon this afternoon about this mess.”