After Diana went to sleep, Kor called his father, who answered brusquely. "What is it?"
"Kil visited Diana today."
Kor's father's face aged in a moment, his strength of will sapped by those simple words. "Did he hurt her?"
"Not this time," Kor replied tightly. "But he frightened her. You need to do something about this, or I will."
Kor's father looked suddenly haggard on the view screen, and he rubbed his aging blue face with a big hand. "I'll talk to him. If I he shows up again, let me know, and I'll talk to the institution."
Kor felt a moment's regret that it had come to this, but truth was they should have done something about his brother a long time ago. There was something not right about the plague children, and it went far beyond their different skin tones and looks. Their enti
