The cool air soothed her skin but she still felt like an overcooked turkey. Probably looked like one, too. She tugged her sleeves down over her hands and tried to make herself blend into the wall behind her.
Genesis rolled up to the curb fifteen minutes later. Angela climbed into the passenger seat and stared straight ahead. She could feel Genesis’s eyes studying her.
“The hell happened to you?” Genesis asked. “You look like you took a bath in poison ivy.”
“Turns out my power has side effects,” Angela said.
She rolled her left sleeve up, revealing the patchwork of hives covering her arm.
“Jesus,” Genesis said. She reached out to touch; Angela retracted her arm instinctively. “Do you need to see a doctor?”
Angela shook her head.
“He’d probably just tell me to wait it out,” she said. “I’ll stop by a drug store after lunch, see if I can find something to take the edge off.”
Genesis started the car and pulled away from the curb. She turned up the volume on some funky electronic music.
“I’ve got a bottle of calamine lotion at home,” she said. “It’s yours if you want it. I could even help you apply some.”
“You’re just trying to get my clothes off,” Angela said, chuckling.
“Maybe,” Genesis replied. “Is it working?”
Angela rolled her eyes.
“Trust me, right now it’s not worth the effort,” she said. “Unless you have a thing for blisters.”
“Well, I do love bubble wrap,” Genesis said.
Angela grimaced and muttered, “Oh God.”
“I’m just messing with you,” she said. “Man, it’s so easy to get you all flustered. See? You’re totally blushing. No, wait, that’s just the rash.”
“Very funny,” Angela said. “Anyway, enough about me. How are you?”
“Me?” Genesis said. “I’m great. I’m always great.”