Chapter 32Cresson, Pennsylvania, 1958As the flames licked out of the front window of the Magic Castle greenhouse, Max Beacon turned and shouted at his son, E.Q. "Are you eighteen yet, boy?"
E.Q. stood a little apart from the other two firefighters, who leaned against the fire truck and watched. "You know I'm not!"
"Then I'm still giving the orders!" Max glared from under the brim of his fire helmet. He was aiming the spray from a firehose at the blaze in the front window of the greenhouse shop. "Now get your ass over here and take this hose!"
E.Q. sighed and shook his head...but then he did as he was told. As he stomped over to his father, he heard the other firefighters snickering behind his back.
"Take it!" said Max. "Keep hitting the front window!"
E.Q. wrapped his fingers a
