She had never emailed Hyde again and it seemed she was going to bury the past. I almost stopped checking that hotmail account. One morning, several we...ks after Nan's trip to the movie theater, I found an email to Hyde."Did you even go to that horrible theater? I was practically assaulted while I waited for you!"She had forgotten Hyde's rule about how she should sign her emails. That could not go unchecked. Let her get away with it and who knows where it would lead. I knew Hyde had to put his. Even though Jennifer watched her do it with great attention, she still refused when Sandi repeated loading her finger up and presented it to Jennifer."I don't care if it tastes good," Jennifer said patiently. "I'm not going to put that stuff in my mouth, and that's final. If you like it so much you eat it."Sandi turned to me to get support, but I just shrugged and said, "Don't get me into it."Sandi resigned with a sigh and cleaned off her finger herself."You know," I thought to the helpless. Previously, there had always been someone, most often Glade, to help her do the necessary tasks for which her life in the savannah had so poorly prepared her.It was a leopard that had inflicted on Demure the wounds that now disfigured her. She was savaged just after she'd made landfall by raft, naked and hungry, on the pebbly beach of the northern coast. The attack happened after she staggered towards the forest from the shore where her raft had carried her. She was too exhausted to find. Then he stopped and said something I couldn't quite hear.Next thing I knew I was standing with my hands over my face. I was looking through my fingers. My skin felt odd and I was not wearing any clothes. Mike stepped in front of me and said, "Welcome to my art gallery, my newest piece of art. Just so you know, your body has been sprayed with something that makes it look like plastic. Your hair is covered and there is a small tube running up your leg."You are an art exhibit called 'Exposed,.