I winced with both humiliation and annoyance as I was carried by Peter from the facility to the car. Even though I knew there was nothing I could do about this whole situation, I couldnt help but be angry. I was angry with the I.M.S. program, angry with the guard who had miniaturized me, and then killed my mother without even noticing. I was angry at Brenda and Peter, even though they were really only trying to be helpful. After all, taking on hosting a miniaturized person was essentially like adoption. Families became wholly responsible for ensuring their minis safety and welfare.
Peters hand was kind of rough. The skin was tight and a little bit dry. I assumed he must be involved with some kind of manual labor job. Maybe he was in construction, or worked at a factory. I guess that could be a conversation topic later. Regardless of the softness, I did notice that his hand was pretty warm. He wasnt squeezing too hard, and he was doing a pretty good job in making sure that I didnt bounce around too much. Perhaps this wouldnt be so bad. At least if I was going to be stuck with a family, it seemed as though Peter and Brenda might be pretty decent.
Peters hand was kind of rough. The skin was tight and a little bit dry. I assumed he must be involved with some kind of manual labor job. Maybe he was in construction, or worked at a factory. I guess that could be a conversation topic later. Regardless of the softness, I did notice that his hand was pretty warm. He wasnt squeezing too hard, and he was doing a pretty good job in making sure that I didnt bounce around too much. Perhaps this wouldnt be so bad. At least if I was going to be stuck with a family, it seemed as though Peter and Brenda might be pretty decent.