Loius POV
Frowning, I tried to get away from my mother, who kept teasing me about my hair. She thought I desperately needed a haircut. I didn’t; I preferred it at this length—just a few inches long, coiled at the base of my neck.
Most of my features came from my mother’s side: red hair, freckles, and the gap between my two front teeth. From my father, I got only his black Kelvin’s eyes. I didn’t inherit height or size from either; when family visited, they were all tall and muscular, while I’m only five and a half feet.
I shifted my weight, pulling down on my jacket sleeves. Though it was only seven o’clock, darkness had fallen. Melvin was on his way, and we were waiting. Mom said she informed him about dinner, but he claimed he had forgotten.
I looked up as the muscle car rumbled dow
