Kurt just looked at me. Then he grinned. I liked that grin. It was nasty and it was like laughter was going to explode out of him and he knew something wonderful.
"If you can lift yourself up in the air, maybe you can lift other stuff?" he finally said.
"But I don't know how."
"Come on, don't be a girl!"
"But I am a girl."
He stared at me for a few seconds, then he grinned, but it was a different kind of grin.
"Can any of the superheroes in your comic books do it?"
"Yeah." He yelped as a pinecone got him right in the eye, and slid back farther under the table, rubbing at his eye. "Hold on, I gotta think."
The problem with the comic books Kurt had read was that they showed but didn't explain. Later, he gave me all the comic books where a superhero had telekinetic power, not that either of us knew that particular word at the time. Usually the only instructions we got consisted of a kind of greenish ray shooting out of someone's head, and blasting a car or tearing a wall apart.
"I don't know," he finally said. "It's kind of like... You know how on TV they show people with superpowers."
"No. We don't get to stay up that late."
"Well it's like--" Kurt scowled and I could almost hear humming, he was thinking so hard. "There was this one TV show where this guy had to learn how to do it and the guy who was teaching him said to think about his power like an extra hand."
"What does that mean?"