Free Ell Donsaii 12: Impact! by Laurence E Dahners Page A

microarray on stool, we only find out what organisms are present at the lower end of the large intestine. That can be pretty different from the organisms in the small intestine. It’s much more difficult to get specimens from that part of the bowel.”
    “Really? Can’t you just have them swallow a port and suck specimens out every so often as it passes through the bowel?”
    Vanessa felt like her eyes wanted to cross. It seemed so obvious now that the kid had said it. She couldn’t believe that she and Dr. Turner hadn’t thought of using ports for that purpose. Probably, somebody, somewhere, was already doing such a study, but if no one was, a paper on it could be quite a coup. She smiled at the kid, figuring it wouldn’t do any harm to give him some praise. A three-year-old wasn’t going to come after them for stealing his idea, after all. “That’s a pretty good idea!” she said.
    “How expensive is it?”
    “How expensive is what?”
    “Doing a microarray.”
    “Oh, the microarrays themselves are pretty cheap nowadays. As long as you already have a reader for them, it only costs 1 to 2 dollars to run the test.”
    The kid kept peppering her with questions, one after another. Perceptive questions that made her think and made her contemplate things she hadn’t considered until now.
     
    By the time the kid’s dad came to pick him up Vanessa felt mentally exhausted.
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    As Shan’s little pickup truck pulled out onto the highway, he looked over and saw that Ell was wiping the bronzers off of her face. Her strawberry blond wig was laying in her lap. Shan frowned, “You’re playing as Ell? I told Ryan that ‘Raquel’ was playing with us.”
    Ell shrugged, “So, when we get there tell him that Raquel couldn’t make it. Ell’s the one with the membership at the course. You can complain to Ryan that she invited herself along.”
    “But why? Why not just play as Raquel?”
    Ell looked at him a moment, then said, “Because I want to play well . It’s okay for Donsaii to play surprisingly well. It wouldn’t be okay for Raquel to do that.”
    Shan narrowed his eyes, “Are you going to kick my ass at golf too?”
    Ell shrugged, but said nothing.
    Musingly he said, “Golf’s really easy for you too?”
    Another little tiny shrug.
    “But I thought you were just really fast? Golf isn’t a game where quickness should help you!”
    She looked off into the distance, “Actually, it is pretty easy. After all, you’re hitting a ball that isn’t even moving.” She shrugged, “I think the reason most people have a hard time with it is that you’re swinging a long club, at a high speed, while trying to hit the ball exactly on a fairly small sweet spot, with the club face pointed exactly at your target. All those items added together make it pretty easy to actually hit the ball a little ways off the sweet spot, with the club face pointed a little bit the wrong direction. When that happens you wind up with a pretty bad shot.” She paused to calculate, “If your club face is off by five degrees at the time it strikes the ball on a 200 yard shot, you’re gonna be off target by nine yards.” She glanced wryly at Shan for a second then said, “But having really fast reaction times make it pretty easy to line the club up precisely and hit the sweet spot… quite well.”
    Shan snorted, “Then, I suppose the ball goes pretty much where you want it to go, huh?”
    “Yeah. So to keep from freaking people out, I over club, under club, or aim it to one side or another, making bad shots on purpose.”
    Shan sighed.
     
    Ryan Keller looked around as he opened the trunk of his car and lifted out his bag. It was nice of Donsaii to let them play on her membership, this club looked really high end.
    He checked in at the clubhouse and went out to hit a bucket of balls. Finishing that up, he went over to the putting green. Suddenly he recognized Ell’s strawberry blond head bent over a