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“Well! Who do we have here?”
A huge smile splits Dr. Venn’s face as he holds out his arms to Red.
Daniel and I exchange a look. This is not the man we met in 3D yesterday.
Red approaches with his body in full wag. Dr. Venn already compressed his tall purple contraption down into a chair before we got in here. Now he detaches his arms from the cuffs of it, then reaches into a box on his desk. He hands Red two small dog biscuits.
“I have a schnauzer friend who goes on walkabout every day,” Dr. Venn tells us. “He visits me in the afternoon for tea and biscuits. What is this fine fellow’s name?”
“Red,” I say.
“Hmm?”
“RED,” I shout.
Daniel holds out his hand. “DR. VENN, I’M DANIEL EVERETT AND THIS IS—”
Dr. Venn holds up an index finger. “Wait. Sit.” He points to the two chairs in f
