“How’s your Saturday going?” I asked. I’ve rarely seen my mother blush like that, which confirmed my guess.Dad invited us to join them, probab...y to be polite, but I thought it would be better not to intrude so we begged off. We got ourselves a table in another section of the restaurant where we couldn’t see them. I don’t have anything against Mr. and Mrs. K but, since I wasn’t sure they were aware I knew they were swinging with my parents, I didn’t want them to feel awkward. Katie and Becky. Cheryl beamed a kilowatt smile at me. “I knew you were a good guy when I saw you chatting with Melinda at lunchtime. I thought it was very noble of you to be nice to her after the way she shot you down.”“Thanks,” I replied, walking marginally behind Cheryl so I could follow her directional cues. From the direction we were walking in, it appeared she didn’t live too far from me. “Melinda lives three doors away and we grew up together. We’re trying to rekindle our friendship,” I explained.“That’s. He had personally firedme, after I ruined about ten thousand dollars worth of production. I just don't have the hand-eyecoordination to bond microscopic wires while looking through a microscope in a clean room. Out of curiosity, I had looked up where he lived, and, it occured to me, his ranch was just overthose hills somewhere, back behind Stanford University. So, instead of riding back to my little room in Los Altos, rented illegally in violation ofthe zoning codes, I turned up Page Mill. To bring the aircraft in safely, Wes had turned control over to someone at the airpark. They sent the drone home to be handled the same way.Steve handled the observers and advised them that we could be contacted for information regarding the defensive weapons during the following week. He advised them all that they witnessed today was classified 'Top Secret' and couldn't be discussed with anyone outside of their immediate division, and only with those with the appropriate clearances.As we.