“No.” Tucker raised his voice above the storm’s. He touched his head to Chad’s, so Chad could hear him better. That’s what he told himself, once he’d realized he had done it. “I never looked. I basically puttered around the house…me, Bear, Molly, Laddie, and four cats. Everything I tried to do with this hand,” Tucker held up his left claw, “I couldn’t. My dad used these when his hands got too crippled by arthritis, or after some accident he never got around to telling me about. I put one on one day. It was like magic. It somehow knows what I want the end to do just by moving my forearm. The muscles make the mechanics react, I guess…I think. I don’t get it. I always knew my dad was a genius, though. Plus, I feel like I have a part of him with me, ya know, when I have it on. So, cardigan lad
