"Gotta hit it a lot harder'n that t'break a bone, Miss Hattie." Kevin knew that. He'd seen others break bones and there'd been one rather interesting incident with Miss Amelia's cat, his bike and an impromptu bike ramp.

He held her hand very carefully, as if he were afraid to touch her. Well, he was. Because he didn't want his powers to accidentally hurt her, or for him to get stabbed.

"Ain't no reason t'lift the knife off the board that much." Slowly, he moved her hand to cut the chicken into bite sized pieces.