“Callum,” she says. “I know you’re not listening. The vote is in November. This November. If proposition two passes, then workers are going to be tested. Everyone will be. And no matter how much the government of New Jersey says it is going to keep that information anonymous, it’s not. Soon workers are going to be refused jobs, denied housing, and locked up for the crime of being born with a power they didn’t ask for.”
“I know,” I say. “I know all that. Could you try to be a little less condescending? I know.”
She looks, if possible, even more annoyed. “This is your life we’re talking about.”
I think of my mother and Clyde Austin. I think of Barron. I think of me and all the harm I’ve done. “Maybe workers should all be locked up,” I say. “Maybe Governor Patton is right.”
Greg frowns.
