Blue HandChapter 22
The noonday sun did not seem to affect the kids playing on the grass in front of the buildings. Porter could feel the expanse of heat beating down on them as he sat in the shade of the porch. The wastecat next to him was panting in her sleep to expel the heat from her body, her tail twitching once in a while to chase away annoying insects. Porter watched his youngest son and his daughter run among the other children with carefree abandon, their cries of joy and play carrying across the...