Jack of No Trades

By Evelyn E. Smith

I was psick of Psi powers, not having any. Or didn’t I? Maybe they’d psee otherwise psomeday!

Evelyn E. Smith is best known as the author of the Miss Melville mysteries. From 1952 to 1969 she wrote dozens of science fiction and fantasy short stories that appeared in magazines such as The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Galaxy, Super Science Fiction, and Fantastic Universe. Her stories were witty, well written, often humorous, and always unforgettable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wilder Publications, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781515450313

Evelyn E. Smith

Evelyn E. Smith (25 July 1922 – 4 July 2000) was an American writer of science fiction and mysteries, as well as a compiler of crossword puzzles.

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Jack of No Trades

by Evelyn E. Smith

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Jack of No Trades is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales or institutions is entirely coincidental.

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Jack of No Trades

I was psick of Psi powers, not having any. Or didn’t I? Maybe they’d psee otherwise psomeday!

I walked into the dining room and collided with a floating mass of fabric, which promptly draped itself over me like a sentient shroud.

Oh, for God’s sake, Kevin! my middle brother’s voice came muffled through the folds. If you can’t help, at least don’t hinder!

I managed to struggle out of the tablecloth, even though it seemed to be trying to wrap itself around me. When Danny got excited, he lost his mental grip.

I could help, I yelled as soon as I got my head free, if anybody would let me and, what’s more, I could set the table a damn sight faster by hand than you do with ‘kinesis.

Just then Father appeared at the head of the table. He could as easily have walked downstairs as teleported, but I belonged to a family of exhibitionists. And Father tended to show off as if he were still a kid. Not that he looked his age—he was big and blond, like Danny and Tim and me, and could have passed for our older brother.

Boys, boys! he reproved us. Danny, you ought to be ashamed of yourself—picking on poor Kev.

Even if it hadn’t been Danny’s fault, he would still have been blamed.

Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to