Chapter Twenty-Four
Party
“Screw it,” muttered an annoyed and frustrated Fabian at the gala dinner that evening in the Greenhouse’s dining saloon. His thirty-three male and female guests looked up as one and awaited his next, hopefully clarifying comment. Fabian raised his wine glass and said, “A toast to Doctor Brenner, who, despite his best efforts, failed today to convince anyone here that our little rubber queens can have a useful purpose.”
“Hear, hear,” the assembled diners uttered jointly with less enthusiasm than one might expect, given the amount of money and work that had gone into producing the somewhat lackluster underwater show.
“Tell me, Fabian,” said one elegantly dressed male diner. “What is your next move with these creatures? Will you install gills and fins?” A ripple
