"Naturally," I said, mentally shredding1 my previous sentence. "We would feel so honored to have Hi-nin—"
"Do not think of putting yourself out. We do not have a helicopter, of course, but Hi-nin and I can so easily walk."
I was rapidly becoming unable to think of anything at all because Gail was trying to use me for a merry-go-round and I kept switching her from hand to hand and I could hear her beginning to build up the ba-bas.
"My car pool," I said, "would be terribly sad to think of Hi-nin walking."
"You would?"
"Terribly."
"In such a case—if it will give you pleasure for me to accept?"
And on the way home all the second thoughts began.
I would be glad to have Hi-nin in the car pool. Four of the other mamas were like me, amazed that anyone was willing to put up with her child all the way to and from Playplace. I could count on them to cooperate. But Gail's mama.... I'd gone to Western State Preparation for Living with Regina Raymond Crowley.
I landed on the Crowley home and tooted for five minutes before I remembered that Regina was at work.
"Ma-ma!" Gail began.
"Wouldn't you like to come to Verne's house," I asked, "and we can call up your mama?"
"No." Well, I asked, didn't I?
I was carrying Gail down the steps from my roof when I bumped unexpectedly into Clay.
"What is that!" he exclaimed, and Gail became again flying blonde hair and kicking feet.
"Regina's child," I said. "What are you doing home?"
"Accountant sent me back. Twenty-five and a half hours is the maximum this week. Good thing, too. I've got a headache." He eyed Gail meaningfully. She was obviously not the sort of thing the doctor orders for a headache.
"I can't help it, honey," I said, sitting down on a step to tear another handkerchief square from my skirt. "I'm going to call Regina at work now."
"Don't you have a chairman to take care of things like that?"
"I am the chairman," I said proudly.
"Why in heaven's name did you let yourself get roped into something like that?"
"I was selected by Mrs. Baden!"
"Obscenity," said Clay. It is his privilege, of course, to use this word.
The arty little store where Regina works has a telephane as well as a telephone, and in color, at that. So I could see Regina in full color, taking her own good time about switching on the sound. She switched on as a sort of afterthought and tilted3 her nose at me. I don't suppose she can really tilt4 her nose up and down, but she always gives that impression.
"Ma-ma!" Gail cried.
"Why didn't they give her a shot there? That's what they did with my niece last year."
I explained why not.
Regina sighed resignedly. "Verne, people can talk you into anything. There are times when you have to be firm. I work, girl. That's why I put Gail in Playplace. I can't leave here until twelve o'clock."
"But what'll I do with Gail?"
"Take her back. Or you keep her until I get home. Sorry, Verne, but you got yourself into this."
I switched off, furious.
Then I remembered Hi-nin. I couldn't be furious. I was going to have to get Regina's cooperation.
I picked up Gail and went into the bedroom. "I do not dislike Regina Crowley," I wrote with black crayola on a piece of note paper. I stuck it into a crevice6 of my mirror and gave Gail my bare-shoulder decorations to play with while I concentrated on thinking up reasons why I should not dislike Regina Crowley.
"So do I," I said, gazing wearily at my note. "But I have to have her in a good mood. You see, there's this Hiserean child and since I'm chairman of the car pool, I have to—"
"Don't tell me about it," Clay said. "My advice to you is get elephantiasis of your steering8 foot and give the whole thing up now." He glanced meaningfully at Gail, who couldn't possibly be bothering him. She was playing quietly on the floor, pulling the suction disks off my jewelry9 and sticking them on her legs.
When I finally got Gail home, she sped into her mother's arms and I couldn't help being a little irritated because I had been practically swinging from the ceiling dust controls to ingratiate myself, and her mama just said, "Oh, hi," and Gail was satisfied.
"By the way," I said, watching Regina hang up her dark blue hand-woven jacket, "you wouldn't mind picking up an extra child tomorrow, would you?"
"Mind! Certainly I mind. I've got as much as I can do with my job and Gail and eight children in the heli already."
"It's a Hiserean child," I said. "The mother is so lovely, Regina. She didn't want us to go to any trouble."
"That's fine. Because I'm not going to go to any trouble."
I put my fists behind my back. "Of course I understand, Regina. I think it's remarkable10 that you manage to do so much. And keep up with your art things as you do. But don't you think it would be an interesting experience to have a Hiserean child in the pool?"
Regina pulled off her hand-woven wrap-skirt and I was shocked to see she wore a real boudoir slip to work.
"Everybody to their own interesting experiences," she said, laughing at me. This was obviously one of her triple-level remarks.
"De gustibus," I said, to show I know a few arty things myself, "non disputandum est."
"You have such moments, Verne! Have you ever seen a Hiserean child?"
"I saw one today."
"Well."
"Well?"
"De gustibus, as you said. You know the other children will eat it alive, don't you? Your child will. Now Gail...."
It's true that Gail never kicks anyone small enough to kick back. It's also true that Billy bites.
I unclenched my fists and stretched up with a deep breath so as to relax my stomach and improve my posture11.
"Hiserean children," I pointed12 out, "are going to have to be adjusted to our society. As I understand it, they're here to stay. Their sun blew up behind them and personally I think we're lucky they happened to drift here."
"I don't see why it's so lucky. I wish we'd gotten one of the ships full of scientific information. Or their top scientists. Or artists, for that matter. All we got were plain people. If you like to call them people."
"They're at least educated people with good sense. And we've got their ship to take apart and learn things from. And their books and, after all, some music and their gestural art. I should think you artists would find that real avant garde."
"Just hearing you say it like that is enough to kill Hiserean art."
"Regina, I know you think I'm a prig, but that isn't the point. And if it matters to you, I'm not a prig."
"Do you wear boudoir slips?" Regina was biting a real smile.
"No, I don't. But I'd like to."
"Then why don't you?"
"Because I put one on once and I thought I looked absolutely devastating13 and you know what my husband said?"
"I won't try to guess Clay's bon mot."
"He said, 'What did you put that on for?'"
Regina laughed until she popped a snap on her paper house dress. "But seriously," she said finally, "if he didn't know, why didn't you tell him?"
"That's not the point. The point is I am not the boudoir-slip type. My unmentionables are unmentionable for esthetic14 reasons only."
Regina laughed again. "Really, Verne, you're not half bad when you try."
"If you honestly think I'm not half bad, could you do it just as a favor to me? Pick up Hi-nin when you have the car pool?"
"The Hiserean child? No."
"Please, Regina. I'd do it for you except that the children would notice and it would get back to Mrs. His-tara. If there's anything I could do for you in return—"
"What could you possibly do?"
"I don't know. But I can't go back and tell that dear creature our car pool doesn't want her."
"Stop looking so intense. That's what keeps you from being the boudoir-slip type. You always look as though you're going out to break up a saloon or campaign for better Public Child Protection. The boudoir slip requires a languorous15 expression."
"Phooey to looking languorous. And phooey to boudoir slips. I'd wear diapers to nursery school if you'd change your mind about taking along Hi-nin."
"Would you wear a boudoir slip?"
"I—hell, yes."
"And nothing else?"
"Only my various means of support. And my respectability."
Regina laughed her tiger-on-the-third-Christian laugh. "What I want to find out," she said, "is how you manage the respectability bit."
It dawned on me while I was grinding the pepper for Clay's salad that Regina had explained herself. All of a sudden I saw straight through her and I wondered why I hadn't seen it before. Regina envied me.
Now on the face of it, that seemed unlikely. But it occurred to me that Regina's parents had been the poor but honest and uneducated sort that simply are never asked to chaperone school parties. And the fact is that they were not what Regina thought of as respectable, though it never occurred to anyone but her that it mattered. And since all her culture was acquired after the age of thirteen, she felt it didn't fit properly and that's why she went out of her way to be arty-arty.
Whereas I took for granted all the things Regina had learned so painstakingly16, and this in turn was what made me so irritatingly respectable.
As Regina had suggested, perhaps it is the expression on one's face that makes the difference.
"Hey!" a cop yelled, pulling up as close to us as his rotors would allow. "What the hell?"
"I beg your pardon," I said frigidly18. It is very frigid17 in November if you are out in a helicopter dressed only in a boudoir slip.
"Look de bleesemans!" Gail cried.
"He might shoot everybody!" Billy warned.
Meli began to cry loudly. "He might choot! Ma-ma!"
"Pardon me, madam," the cop said, and beat a hasty retreat.
When we landed on Hi-nin's roof, Mrs. His-tara came up with him. She looked at me sympathetically. "You are perhaps molting19, beloved friend?" Her large eyes retracted20 and filled with tears. "Such a season!"
"No—no, dear. Just—getting a little fresh air."
I put Hi-nin on the front seat with me. He gave me a big-eyed, toothless smile and sat down in perfect quiet, except for the soft, almost sea sound of his breathing.
It was during one of those brief and infrequent silences we have that I noticed something was amiss. No sea sound.
I looked around to find Billy's hands around Hi-nin's throat.
"Billy!" I screamed.
"Aw!" he said, and let go.
Hi-nin began to breathe again in a violent, choked way.
"Billy," I said, wondering if I could keep myself from simply throwing my son out of the helicopter, "Billy...."
"It is nothing, nice mama," Hi-nin said, still choking.
"Billy." I didn't trust myself to speak any further. I reached around and spanked21 him until my hand was sore. "If you ever do that again—"
"Waa!" Billy bawled22. I'm sure he could be heard quite plainly by the men building the new astronomical23 station on the Moon.
I put Hi-nin on my lap and kept him there. "That's just Billy's way of making friends," I whispered to him.
Under Billy's leadership, several other children began to cry, and all in all it was not a well-integrated, love-sharing group that I lifted down from the heli at Playplace.
"The children always sense it, don't they," Mrs. Baden said with her gentle smile, "when we don't feel comfortable about a situation?"
"Comfortable!" I cried. It seemed to me the day had become blazing hot and I didn't remember what I was dressed in until I tried to take off my jacket. "My son is an inhuman24 monster. He tried to—to—" I could feel a big sob25 coming on.
"Bite?" Mrs. Baden supplied helpfully.
"We'll be especially considerate of Billy today," Mrs. Baden said. "He'll be feeling guilty and he senses your discomfort27 about his aggression28."
"Senses it! I all but tore him limb from limb! That dear little Hiserean child—"
"I do not want to be of difficulty," Hi-nin said, tears pouring out of those great, big eyes.
Tears were pouring out of my small blue eyes by this time and Mr. Grantham, who brings a set of grandchildren, came by and patted my shoulder.
"Chin up!" he said. "Eyes front!"
Then he looked at his hand and my recently patted shoulder.
"Oh, excuse me," he said. "Would you like to borrow my jacket?"
I shook my head, acutely aware, suddenly, that Mr. Grantham is not a doddering old grandfather but a young and handsome man. And all he thought about my bare shoulder was that it ought to be covered.
"You just run along," Mrs. Baden said. "We'll let Billy strangle the pneumatic dog and everything will be just fine. Oh, and dear—I don't know whether you've noticed it—you don't have on a dress."
I went home and sat in front of the mirror feeling miserable29 in several different directions. If Regina Raymond Crowley appeared in public dressed only in a boudoir slip, people would think all sorts of wicked things. When I appeared in public in a boudoir slip, everybody thought I was just a little absentminded.
This, I thought, is a hell of a thing to worry about. And then I thought, Oh, phooey. If even I think I'm respectable, what can I expect other people to think?
I took down the note on the mirror about Regina. No wonder I didn't like her! I turned the paper over and wrote "Phooey to me!" with my eyebrow30 pencil.
I was still regarding the note and trying to argue myself into a better mood when Clay came tramping down from work at three o'clock.
"Why are you sitting around in a boudoir slip?" he asked.
"Don't mention it," he said. "Where's Billy?"
"Taking his nap. Tell me the truth, Clay. The absolute truth."
Clay looked at me suspiciously. "I'd planned on a little golf this afternoon."
"This won't take a minute. I don't ask you things like this all the time, now do I?"
"I still don't know what you're talking about."
I took a deep breath. "Clay, is there anything about me, anything at all, that is not respectable?"
"There is not," he said.
"Well—I guess that's all there is to it," I sighed. I pulled off my boudoir slip and got a neat paper one out of the slot. "Anyway," I said bravely, "boudoir slips have to be laundered32."
Clay looked at me curiously33 for a moment and then said, "This looks like a good afternoon to go play golf."
"Do you think there's anything not respectable about Regina Crowley?"
"There is everything not respectable about Regina Crowley," Clay said vehemently34.
"You see?"
"Well, do you think her husband uses that tone of voice when he says, 'There is everything respectable about Verne Barrat?'"
"I don't know why he should say that at all."
"She might ask him."
"Darling, you're mad as a hatter," Clay said, kissing me good-by.
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course not," Clay roared as he tramped up the steps to the heli.
About nine o'clock the next morning I heard a heli landing on the roof and I thought, Now who? There was much tooting, and when I went up, Regina practically threw Hi-nin at me.
"I told you so," she snapped at me. Her face was burning red and she wasn't bothering to tilt her nose.
"What happened? Why did you bring him back to me?"
"His hand," she said, and took off.
Hand? He was holding one hand over the other. No! I grabbed his hands to see what it was.
One hand had obviously been bitten off at the wrist. He was holding the wound with the tentacles36 of his other little boneless hand. There was very little blood.
"It is as nothing," he said, but when I cradled him in my arms, I could feel him shaking all over.
"It will grow back," he said.
Would it?
I took him in the heli and held him while I drove. I could feel him trying to stop himself from shaking, but he couldn't.
"Does it hurt very much?" I asked.
"The pain is small," he said. "It is the fear. The fear is terrible. I am unable to swallow it."
I was unable to swallow it, too.
"The hand," said Mrs. His-tara without concern, "will grow back. But the things within my son...." She, too, began to tremble involuntarily.
"Billy," I began, feeling the blood come through my lower lip, "Billy and I are...." It was too inadequate37 to say it.
"Gail! Gail doesn't bite!" But she had, and I broke down and plain cried.
"Do not trouble yourself," said Mrs. His-tara. "My son receives from this a wound that does not heal. On Hiserea he would be forever sick, you understand. On your world, where everyone is born with this open wound, it will be his protection. So Mrs. Baden warned me and I think she is wise."
As soon as I got home, I called up Regina. She looked pale and lifeless against the gaudy39, irresponsible objects in the art shop.
"It wasn't my fault," she said quickly. "I can't drive and watch the children at the same time. I told you the children would eat...." She stopped, and for the first time I saw Regina really horrified40 with herself.
"Nobody said it was your fault. But don't you think you could have taken Hi-nin home yourself? To show Mrs. His-tara that—I don't know what it would show."
It reminded me, somehow, of the time Regina stepped on a lizard41 and left it in great pain, pulling itself along by its tiny front paws, and I had said, "Regina, you can't leave that poor thing suffering," and she had said, "Well, I didn't step on it on purpose," and I had said, "Somebody's got to kill it now," and she had said, "I've got a class." I could still feel the crunch42 of it under my foot as its tiny life went out.
"Sorry, Verne," she said, "you got yourself into this," and hung up.
That night Regina called me. "Can you give blood?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "If I stuff myself, I can get the scales up to a hundred and ten pounds."
"What type?"
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