‘You’re my friend,’ replied Lei. ‘I’d never abandon you.’ ‘I wish you had,’ said Oli, sobbing heavier than ever. The pair spent the da...wn tending to Oli’s wounded thigh. Neither of them was a healer but they had luck on their side. The arrow had done as little damage as a fully embedded arrow-head could possibly do to an upper thigh. Lei used her breasthider as a bandage. She wouldn’t have anything worth hiding until fall anyhow. ‘We need to find a plague camp before we get too sick,’ said Oli.. “No.”“OK. I’m going to talk to him. You should stay here, «Зайчик».”My mom rolled her eyes, which I was sure was about the use of the pet name. I got up and went down to the basement. I took a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly, and then went to my dad’s workshop and sat down on the stool in the corner.“Hi, Dad,” I said.“Mike,” he replied flatly, not looking up from his lathe.“Elizaveta is here with me. Would you at least come up and say ‘hi’ to your future daughter-in-law?”He stopped. She watched for him. There was no sign of him. At five minutes to closing the library was empty. Three minutes… one minute… time. Theresa didn’t care. She knew. She locked the door, loaded her cart and began walking slowly towards the back. He wasn’t at the computer, and for a moment Theresa began to doubt. Then she turned and saw him waiting, hands at his sides, between two rows of shelves. Their eyes met, and suddenly Theresa was beset with another, much bigger doubt: what if he had only put. Pushagain, and it can speak again." What do the other buttons control?" Armand pointed to a red, a blueand a silver button on the egg, under the golden button.The "finger" lightly touched the red button. "This causes it to feelpain. Push harder, more pain," Misk indicated the blue button. "Thiscauses paralysis. It is conscious, but unable to move," Misk pointed tothe silver button. "This causes it to feel pleasure. Push harder, morepleasure."He looked at the egg. Silence is golden, he mused..