Jake McKean.’ Daisy looked at her reflection at the bridal shop. Standing on the pedestal-dais in front of the floor-length mirror, she looked at he...self critically. Rotating to her side, Daisy let out a puff of frustration. She hated this one too. ‘Momma, this one isn’t it. I don’t feel it,’ she said. Nodding her head, Donna Jones agreed with her daughter. ‘It takes away from your figure the way it cinches in at the hips.’ Placing her hands where she was referring to, ‘See here? Just won’t. She was smartly dressed in a tan colored businesssuit. I sat quietly sipping coffee until it became time for myinterview. She gave me a genuine smile and an offer of good luck as Iwas promptly shown into the awaiting office."George," I exclaimed, "I did not expect to see you here." Surprise anddisappointment must have been written all over my face as I tried torecover my composure."Yes, I know. Fortunately for me, Magnus could not make it and asked forme to stand in for him," George. It wasn’t doing much to lighten her already sour mood. They had been patrolling until sunset, and there had been no sign of Human resistance. The streets were empty, and the defenders were long gone. The Unggoy were pleased, but the Kig-yar were becoming even more restless than she was. They were bloodthirsty creatures, spoiling for the hunt, eager to sink their claws into whatever hapless native might cross their path.She had been able to link up with a couple of other patrols, it seemed that. “But I take your meaning. If you’re saying that those mathematicians were actually war heroes, then I agree.” “Yeah, right! Heroes,” he said, pointing at me happily. “So I thought I’d find out who the real Waterhouse was and pick him for my essay.” “But you didn’t,” I said, even though I probably knew what was coming next. “There wasn’t really one person to pick,” he said, disappointed. “The code-breaking was sort of a team-effort.” “What about Turing?” I asked. “He’s the one everybody.