“Mutatis Pernicitas.” The doctor leaned back in his leather chair, tapping a manicured index finger on the thick file that contained my test results.
Dad’s frown lines deepened as he leaned over the massive oak desk. “So… how did she catch this?”
“Honestly, Mr. Pierce. We don’t know. It’s not contagious; not at all. We think it could be genetic. Has anyone in your family ever become a cephalopod?”[Read more…] about Itch