After lunch, Anne said, “Let’s go somewhere, Ron.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere. Walk through the town, maybe down to the beach. They’ll let us out now.”
“Yeah, the lab beasties don’t have to be kept in their purified pens any longer. O.K. Let’s go. We’ll have to find some way to keep from going out of our minds during the rest of the week.”
Anne called to Mrs. Barron to tell her they were going, and then they were outside, moving toward the gates and the city itself. They were conspicuous in their differences from the Rorlans on the street, but no one paid any attention to them or turned aside to stare.
“Nobody even notices we’re strangers,” Anne said.
“They’re too polite,” growled Ron. “But they’re not too polite to make a game of murder.”
It was as if he had slapped her.
