Chapter 3“What happened?” Carlton asked.
“It doesn’t matter. It worked. Finn’s awake.”
Despite reeling with embarrassment concerning my loud oopsie, I caught the flutter of lashes as Finn tried to orient himself to what was happening. Lines formed in the corners when his eyelids finally stayed up, and he squinted my way. I would have sworn Finneus Shea even smiled at me.
“Well,” Carlton said, “I’ll let my colleagues know the billion dollars’ worth of student loans between us were wasted, when a good loud bang was all we needed.”
They were green, Finn’s eyes. I wanted to compare them to the Emerald City in The Wizard of Oz, but that was too cliché, like all the stuff I’d thought about sculptures and artists. They were actually more amazing than that, anyway. Dorothy seeing any green for
