“The ability runs in my family. But sometimes it skips a generation, or if it manifests, it’s too weak. One of my sons had it, and he rejected it; he stunted his power with drink and drugs. And he wouldn’t let me near Noah.” Carolyn sighed. She picked up a golden pendant with a great red stone and placed it around her neck as she spoke. It occurred to Minerva that it was like watching a knight dressing for battle, or an actor putting on a costume. Perhaps it was necessary for whatever ritual she’d perform that night. Or maybe Carolyn also fancied the dramatic.
