Chapter 8Ciara, Far North Province
October 24
Russell was in their bedroom, sorting laundry he had just brought in from hanging in the back yard. The laundry service they had used had long since closed in a cloud of rumors that the owners had the disease. At least he liked the smell of sun-dried clothes. He was folding their shirts when he felt his fingers itching. Russell pulled off his skin gloves and held his hands up to the late morning light coming in their bedroom window. He saw a faint white line starting to outline his almost-transparent fingers, his now-translucent hands. As he stood there, the itching intensified. He was shocked to actually see the white lines spreading, one finger joint at a time.
His whole body started itching. Russell peeled off his skin-socks, then his shi
