Safer, but none the wiser. When she started in on his back, she found the reason easily enough."You've sunburned your back a lot, haven't you?" "Yeah,...ever since we moved here from California. It's funny, I never usedto burn there." "It's the altitude," Penny jumped in. "The whole Mile High City thing. Theair is thinner, so more bad stuff gets through. You have to use the sunblock all the time." "You've done a lot of damage," Angel continued. "Luckily, I should be ableto get most of it." *Is. She joined us in the kitchen where the table was set and the pizza was laid out. She was grateful that we’d ordered her favorite pizza and the three of us dug in, leaving conversation to one side for now.It was a tense meal with each of us sure that it was going to turn into a shooting match between our three mouths. We made a little small-talk, but it was mostly garbage about news and weather. When we were finally done eating, the three of us looked at each other and were at a loss as to how. Maybe I am responsible in part for what happened, but that doesn't change the wrong that you've done."Turning back to her, his eyes now hard and bitter, "No matter what, you had no right to do me so wrong."Susan stood there, not saying a word, her head bent down, her eyes to the floor. Neither he, nor if anyone else had been there, could read her emotions. She was waiting, letting him have his say. Letting him roll through the emotions controlling him. Nothing she could, or could want to say,. He does not want to have his colleagues questioning him about his Subject Z.Donald is so glad, that except for Connie no one knows her name. And Connie only her first name.The ride back to Donald’s house is rather quiet, both preparing themselves for the day ahead. They agree to be back to his house by three o’clock. In the garage as Emma starts to get out of the car, Donald, unaccustomed for him, pulls her to him and kisses her long and deeply. “I’m going to miss you today Emma,” he says,.