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Show But the office workers asked anyway, when Boaz and Maia came back afterwards to the lab, what they had done to the dogs. "We had to give them a little shot," said Boaz. "Oh", said the office workers, uncertainly smoothing their thick hands across the flat planks of their girdles. "We thought something was wrong." "Nothing is wrong. It was just a little shot," repeated Boaz. "They don't seem to like it very much," said the worker whose office door is just to the right across the hall from the lab. The worker whose office is directly across the hall is ill; her door has remained closed for a month now, maybe more. "They made a lot of noise." "It's not getting the shot they mind so much," counters Boaz, his hand involuntarily pulling at his chin. "It's what's in the shot. When the fluid is forced into the tissue, it creates pressure..." The office workers understand. Some of them remember from the innoculations they had to have when they went to Europe, or from the preoperative injections given them when they had their hysterectomies. They are not sure just how they know, but each is certain of the prick-pain of the needle itself, then the slow hard swelling within the flesh...yes, they understand, the needle does not hurt so much as the fluid. That is why the dogs made so much noise. The office workers nod, and turn back into their separate rooms. Pass 2 |
