Chapter Seven
Cynthia led the way, following in the wake of a number of other people. They each took a glass of lemonade that tasted more like water that had had a lemon pass within a few feet of it.
“Well, it was quite an interesting talk,” Cassie said generally.
“Yes, indeed,” Cynthia agreed while looking around at the assembled people.
“Interesting? It was absolutely brilliant!” a gentleman said. He must have been the enthusiastic clapper. He was about the same height as Cassie, with straight black hair and sparkling green eyes.
“Do you study the phenomenon, sir?” Cassie asked.
“I do indeed,” the man said. “It is absolutely fascinating. I like to think of myself as following in the esteemed footsteps of Benjamin Franklin, Luigi Galvani, and Alessandro Volta.”
“Do you work with an
