“You’re not afraid of a little p***y?” Kimberly asked, her blue eyes twinkling.
“Give him a chance,” Daphne said, laughing. “He’ll come around.”
Fredricks looked around the group. “Are we ready to make history…again?” he asked.
Fredricks led the way into a scrubbing room. “Caps and gowns, please,” he said, “and booties over your shoes. Daphne, please remove your street clothes and shoes first.” He shooed Max back into the reception area and proceeded to wash up before entering the lab.
The previous day, Fredricks, along with Daphne and Dale, had set up an operating table, and Daphne and Dale had prepared the matrix formerly occupied by Thorpe.
“Will you have to shave my head?” Daphne asked.
“We will not even have to shave any patches,” Fredricks answered. “Just make sure you thorough
