I intended to post this part tomorrow (Fri) morning, but then remembered that I have to help my son enrol in a scholarship program which will take most of the day.
So ... the choice was Thurs evening, or Fri evening. I went with Thursday
Shadbolt shook his head. "I'm not sure about this."
Lois pushed the fridge door, and it thudded shut. "I know," she said as she poured milk into her coffee. She lifted her gaze to centre on the man sitting at the table. "But are you disconcerted because you really think he's going to be a threat to your safety? Or are you disconcerted because you've realised that the way things were done around here violates just about every human right our country holds as important?"
Shadbolt shuffled in his seat and stared at his magazine. "Trask said he wasn't human."
"And you believed him."
"I've seen the alien do things that aren't human."
"I've seen humans do things that aren't human."
Shadbolt tossed his magazine onto the table and glared at it.
Lois sat down. "Can I ask you something?"
"OK."
She took a breath and tried to prepare herself for an assault of horror. "What surgery did you do on the prisoner?"
Thanks!
Corrina.
