Teri enjoyed living on the West side of the river, or just the Westside, as the locals called it. Those Easties thought they were so special with all their Starbucks and Gucchi. Well, the westside did alright with making their own brew and recycled clothes were better for the environment. Terri lived in a rowhouse not too far from the river and she enjoyed watching darkness descend over the land, first on the East side and then on the Westside. She grinned smugly, "That proves it, even the sun likes us better."<br/><br/>"Would you stop talking, Ma?" she shouted into the other room. "You are never still. Shush."<br/><br/>"Teri Clark, what are you yammering on about?" her mother said, coming in from the bathroom with the blow dryer in her hand. "I didn't say a word. I wasn't even singing. I didn't even have the TV on." Ma actually looked puzzled.<br/><br/>Teri looked at her with wide eyes. There it was again, Ma talking, talking, talking,, but Teri could see her mother was as silent as a tomb. This was really weird. For days now this supersonic hearing seemed to just explode, but now she was wondering if she was going crazy. She realized she wasn't hearing external sound, but hearing what people were thinking.<br/><br/>"Sorry, Ma, just kidding around," she said, turning back to the window, just in time to see the fog rolling in on the East side.