Cait shrugged. "I don't think so. Mom wants to get to know you better and Daddy may grill you a bit, but it shouldn't be too bad." Cait was nineteen and her parents knew she was responsible. She knew they trusted her to make sound decisions. Grandpa William would be a different story, but it would be awhile before Aaron met him. "What about your mom? Is there anything I should worry about?"
Cait had to ask. She was still insecure about having bright blue hair and some people didn't react well to outward signs of mutantcy.
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