The sun burned fiercely high in the sky, and I appreciated the kind of job I had, which allowed me to cool off with the water hoses. Before punching my time card for the shift, I listened to what Gea had to say. I felt like I owed her that, and maybe if I listened to her, she would leave me alone for the rest of the afternoon, so I wouldn't seem like a crazy person whispering voices in my head.
This time, her warnings went too far, and I had to silence her. She mentioned something about an effect from my mom, some kind of special ability she had to control what others perceived about her, especially those who were of our "kind."
I scoffed at Gea when she said that because I had no idea what she was talking about, and it sounded like she was reciting dialogue from some science fiction boo
