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She dru all around "You knohat?" she finally pronounced "It’s fine We still have all that great footage from the first interview We’ll just cut the butterflies into this one e do the edit"

Ovid eyed her, looking piqued Make the butterflies undead?

Tina set herself to the project of fra what she called a doable shot in the lab She loved the caterpillar poster on the wall, colorful She liked Ovid in his lab coat, but not all the mess The pile of aluo Tina directed the cleanup with a slightly pained expression, as if confronting grient bottles, blue wire test tube racks, rectangular plastic containers stacked up like blocks, computer printouts And this was clean Dellarobia always tidied up on Fridays Ovid was first reluctant and then unnerved by all the shuffling When Everett approached the Tissuehed sweetly at this to make it a joke Dellarobia suddenly had full recall of that little two-note laugh, and its o ahead and take your shot"

Tina and Everett exchanged a consequential glance, and she moved in to clip a littlebox device into a pocket of his lab coat Dellarobia saw his eyes roll upward as Tina fussed with him, just exactly as Preston’s did when Dellarobia knotted his tie for church Gone was the friendly confidence of the scientist artners Tina powdered her nose and cheekbones, then snapped her compact closed and nodded at Everett She switched on her lubricated news voice "Dr Ovid Byron, you’ve been studying the monarch butterfly for ht like this?"

"No," he replied He looked desperate for escape

Tina waited Like a store ht, with the waxy complexion and flower-stem posture She’d been too struck, when she herself was in the headlights, to notice that the woman was far from perfect The bones in her face looked stony under the colorless skin, too proain "Dr Byron, you’re one of the world’s leading experts on theto you for answers about this beautiful phenoether in Mexico for the winter So tell s thehed "In a nutshell?"

Tina gave a stern little nod, signaling hio on

"That won’t fit in a nutshell"

Dellarobia saw the door budge Dovey appeared, scooting quickly inside with the kids Dellarobia sidled over to lift Cordie onto her hip for safekeeping, and they all stayed near the door Tina marched to the table to dispatch a blue-handled pair of scissors and a roll of tape froround of her shot, and yanked at the crumpled plastic dust sheath that covered the microscope Ovid spoke miserably "It’s not a movie set"

Tina eyed him, and he spread his hands "This is what science looks like"

"Fine," she replied She returned to her spot and coain Dellarobia grasped her strategy now, setting up the interview in different ways so it could be cut to ribbons later

"Dr Byron, you’ve studied the monarch butterfly for over twenty years, and you say you have never seen anything like this It see on here, but certainly we can agree these butterflies are a beautiful sight"

"I don’t agree," he said "I am very distressed"