Sixty-ThreeThe party scheduled for Theresa’s place that evening was one of many. After six months of living in a pressure cooker, the entire CFRC community understandably exploded and the planned festivities would run nonstop. By five o’clock Nathaniel had received nearly three thousand messages of congratulation from eighty-seven countries. #GodFoundInTokamak.
He arrived at the party early to help out. Theresa appeared radiant and giddy. Collapsing into each other’s arms they remained there for what seemed an hour until she said, “Oh, I have something to show you,” and put into his hand a message from the president, congratulating them on their historic achievement.
“Should I have it framed?” she asked playfully. Almost certainly.
At this moment, unable to contain herself, she struck h
