I cough again, and suck more air into my whistling lungs. “Like what?” Gil stands and pulls me up with him. His face is dark, his mouth tight. “You did this on purpose. You triggered an attack to get a vision.” Wow. I didn’t think he ’d know. Didn ’t think anyone would ever know. But I can ’t deny it. “Of course I did! I have to try to help her.” I cough harder, my chest tightening again. Inez strides home from school, repeatedly looking over her shoulder. Three teen boys follow her, school blazers flapping, shouting, “Lezzie ! Hey, dyke!” They drag her into an alley and ram her up against the wall. Inez punches and kicks them, but there are too many of them. One pins her arms while another unzips her pants. “You haven ’t had it with a real man yet. We ’ll make you like boys, you queer dyke.” Inez screams, punching at them, but they hold her down.
