She must have sensed, though, my disappointment in seeing her hair still piled on top of her head. "You haven't said anything about my hair," Janine s...id, almost pouting. "After that time at the concert when you caught me trying to undo it, I thought I'd better not bring it up," I said. "What I can see of it, I love." "Do you?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Would you like to see some more?" "I've been dying to ever since the company picnic." "What did you see at the company. Hurts my left." What can I do?" Can you just stuff that extra pillow under the right knee. I need to change the pressure points just a little bit."She performed that task, her mouth a straight line as I sucked my breath in a couple of times. "Like that?" Yeah, great, honey." I'm sorry I hurt you." Can't be avoided. It's gonna be fun for a while." I'm sorry, Stoney. You've been through this before. With your leg, I mean." I still have both arms this time. And I would like to attempt a hug with. “I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable with that,” she finally said.“Then we won’t do that.”“Down ten,” Hunter said as we throttled back the engine.“Thrust stable, all temps stable,” I said. We were on our second test firing of the new engine, and the first time trying to throttle it below the prior sustained ignition threshold.“T-plus eight zero seconds, thrust at twenty percent of peak. Reducing to ten,” Hunter said for our recording.Our test plan was ignition and stable thrust for twenty. .. How could she feel this way? How could she?Nikki heard the back door opening and shutting. It was Dad, wearing his red turtleneck, which clashed visibly with his oversized khaki shorts. Puffing at his pipe, he greeted her and asked how she felt. Nikki went through the motions, engaging in a conversation she was rather uncomfortable with. She wondered whether he would ask about Zoë and Linda, and what Zoë wanted to tell him. Nikki noticed how carefully he trod with his questioning,.