Jonah was no Green Aura. And he had no medical training or expertise at all.
So why did he feel, in every fiber of his being, that there was something the Green Auras were missing?
Jonah was busy at work helping Harland shelve newly rehabbed books at S.T.R. the next day. Amanda helped around the place with a questionable vigor, but Mr. Steverson confided in them that her son was going through colic, and she considered S.T.R. a reprieve. She hadn't even complained when she looked over Mr. Steverson's books.
When Jonah returned from lunch, Mr. Steverson was in a passionate conversation about something with another middle-aged guy.
“I just don't understand why people have to mark themselves up,” Mr. Steverson was saying. “I mean, isn't that what paper is for? And there is man two or three
