Chapter Ten
Lake Irene
We got to Celestial Seasonings a few minutes late. After breakfast, Nolan dropped Fia and Kinsley at her mother’s apartment and returned in less than fifteen minutes. I’d gone down to the basement to zip up my luggage and when I went back up, Nolan was in the kitchen, his shorts pulled down to his hip, giving himself an injection of G-CSF in the side of one butt flank to boost his immune system. When he first got released from isolation, he had to give himself the shots three times a day. Now it was down to just once a week, and we would be back in Boulder before he needed another. He dropped the needle into the biohazard container on the counter and hiked his khakis back in place.
The factory’s rectangular screening room had rows of benches with an aisle down the
