SLOW REVEAL - excerpt
Katharine’s eyes turned from a hazel blue into an inky, opaque black. After that nothing got through. She was diving down with a life jacket on. In that impenetrable moment, Naomi stood by the window where she watched a puff of white smoke emanate from the stacks of the Domino Sugar plant on the other side of the Williamsburg Bridge. She wondered what pollutants were released into the atmosphere, which part of the manufacturing process was so toxic. Less than a mile away, a pharmaceutical plant churned out an identical cloud of smoke, white, opaque, profuse, equally mysterious in its ghostly composition. Nothing is obvious. Everything is hidden. This she surmised from the visual suggestion of obscurity on an otherwise cloudless day in March.