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"Another half hour." Sarah touched the edge of the graft, a bit of the gel
sticking to her fingers. "Celeste, are you putting on weight?"

Celeste shrugged her left shoulder. "A little. So, anyway, why did he leave?"

"He said he wanted more out of a life," Sarah said, checking the monitors.
Everything looked good. There was no sign of tissue rejection. "I've told you
this."

"So he went after some blonde twit. He have a thing for blondes?"

"Yeah. I mean, that's what he always seemed to notice. You know, when we were
out to dinner or out to a movie." Sarah smiled, shaking her head. "I used to
tease him that his ideal woman was a blonde of about five eleven with no waist,
thick hips, and a wide bottom."

"A fat ass, huh? And is that what this lab tech was like?"

Sarah winced. "Yeah. Yeah, she was."

Celeste shifted a little. She glanced over at the aquarium. "Those little
nudibranches are kind of ugly. Cute ugly. You ever think about adding sea horses
to the tank?"

"Too much trouble." She avoided Celeste's gaze. "I need another blood sample."

Celeste offered her left arm. She grunted at the prick of the syringe. "He
really hurt you," she said.

Sarah smeared blood across a slide, then set the slide on the counter. She
robbed the bridge of her nose with the back of her hand.

Celeste touched Sarah's face. Sarah blinked as the other woman erased a tear
from her cheek with the tip of a finger. "You really loved him," Celeste said
gently. "He was your only real connection to the world outside of this lab."

"I had no idea he was unhappy. One night he came home and told me he was leaving
me. He'd accepted the job at Hansen without even telling me he'd applied."
Sarah's voice quavered. "I had no idea."

Celeste caught the second tear. "What was he like, Sarah?"

"Oh, a kind man."

"Kind, after what he did to you?"

"He -- he seemed kind. And intelligent. A good sense of humor."

Celeste studied her. "Yeah?"