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I sat in the big wide chair while Professor Whitfield and Albert fussed with some wires.
“Try to relax,” Professor Whitfield told me.
“I’m trying,” I said. He had attached little sticky patches to my head, my chest, my legs and my arms, and wires led from all of those to a cable that snaked through the wall to the room next door. It was a long way from just sitting alone in my bedroom, leaning up against my pillows. For one thing, here I was fully dressed.
We’d decided that since I was only going over there for short periods, I might as well dress for the weather now, instead of wearing the clothes that Halli always kept for me. So in addition to my jeans and sneakers and the navy blue Mountain State sweatshirt Professor Whitfield gave to me this morning, he had one of his students
