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Show •320 to deal with the intelligence hidden behind the mask and to keep in mind that this is a person in some ways like yourself, who has similar needs and desires. The glands, and some subtler learned reflexes, get in the way. When Morgan was nervous, or when she was about to start a fight, an unnatural stillness descended on her body; only her hands moved, touching her face here and there as if to reassure herself she still had lips, eyes, a nose, a chin. "I wouldn't have to tell you this," she said. "Then don't." "But I want you to know. It's about Carlo." She stopped. The plane found a flaw in the supporting air; we dropped suddenly- A stewardess walking down the aisle stumbled; the long padded tube that carried us gave a long barely perceptible shudder, then we flew all smooth again. "I don't want to hear about it. What difference does it make now?" "Do you remember the morning that you and Jacob went for that long walk along the river?" "Stop," I said. "Don't tell me." "We went to bed together," she said. "Surprise," I said. She looked at me queerly. "You knew?" "I guessed; I'm not dumb. But I would have been just as happy not to know for sure. Why did you do it? . o " |