Neither seemed to be listening. By the time the Bookers were back home and after the twins, home for the holiday from NC Provincial University in Raleigh, had changed clothes and gone off to find their high school buddies, the glowing had spread to Gavin’s ears. He stood in front of the mirror above Charlie and Elliott’s chest of drawers, clenching and unclenching his fists, scrunching up his face, relaxing. It wasn’t working. As he stood there, he watched the pale yellow light appear at the tip of his nose, and he could feel it in his knees and his elbows. Down his chest, his back.
Gavin had to hide; he had to hide until this went away. Would it go away—ever? Did paras always glow? His mother had never said that, just certain times and conditions meant certain colors. But they had to sto
