Chapter Four
September 27, 1945
I felt a jolt, like an electric shock. But there was no pain; just a quick buzz inside my head, then tingling throughout my body. It felt as if all the blood had been sucked out of me and instantly replaced with new blood interlaced with some sort of effervescent bubbly substance. It actually felt pretty good, and my vision sharpened to crystal clarity. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the new feeling, then opened my eyes to see the ugly face of Justin Crammer.
“You hear me, asshole?”
“What did you say about my mom?”
“I said, your old lady can’t sew for shit.”
He glanced at Ember and his two boy pals, then grinned. He turned back and grabbed me by the collar.
I didn’t even think; just reacted. Gripping his hand, I put pressure on the back kof h
