Papa shook his head. “His eyes aren’t mature enough to accept them.”
“Sunglasses, then?” Uncle Lyn suggested.
“I think that would be the most logical solution. However, we’ll need a solid excuse for Da’ to wear them indoors.”
“Some obscure genetic condition that results in extreme photophobia, perhaps? That would make sense, don’t you think?”
“A sensitivity to light so severe Da’ has to wear darkly-tinted lenses at all times?” Papa seemed to think about it for a long minute before he nodded. “Yes, that could work.”
“What can we do about his skin?”
“What about my skin, Uncle Lyn?”
“Um…”
Papa crouched down beside me, rolled up his sleeve, and held his arm next to mine. His skin was tanned, but beside it, mine had an almost greenish cast, and if you looked closely, you could see the f
