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She was staring after them in a blind fury, looking out the open door and wondering what kind of intolerable intrusion was next on the schedule, while Timmie stood sobbing behind her. And then she realized that Hoskins was there.
He said, "Is there a problem?"
She glowered at him. "I'll say there is!"
Turning to Timmie, she gestured and he came ru
Hoskins said gravely, "He doesn't seem happy."
"Would you be, in his place? They're at him every day now with their blood samples and their probings and their tests. You should have seen what they were doing to him just now-trying to find out which way his legs were fastened to his body, is what it looked like. And now his food's been changed too. The synthetic diet that Jacobs has had him on since Monday is stuff that I wouldn't feed a pig."
"Dr. Jacobs says that it'll build up his strength, that it'll make him better able to withstand-"
"Withstand what? Even more testing?"
"You have to bear in mind, Miss Fellowes, that the primary purpose of this experiment is to learn as much as can be learned about-"
"I do bear that in mind, doctor. And you bear in mind that what we have here isn't a hamster or a guinea pig or even a chimpanzee-but an actual human being."
"No one denies that," Hoskins said. "But-"
She cut him off yet again. "But you're all ignoring the fact that that's what he is: a human being, a human child. I suppose you see him as nothing more than some kind of little ape wearing overalls, and you think that you can-"
"We do not see him as-"
"You do! You do! Dr. Hoskins, I insist. You told me it was Timmie's coming that put your company on the map. If you have any gratitude for that at all, you've got to keep them away from the poor child at least until he's old enough to understand a little more of what's being asked of him. After he's had a bad session with them, he has nightmares, he can't sleep, he screams for hours sometimes. Now I warn you" (and she reached a sudden peak of fury) "I'm not letting them in here any more. Not!"
(She realized that her voice had been grow louder and louder as she spoke and now she was screaming. But she couldn't help it.)
Hoskins was looking at her in deep chagrin.
"I'm sorry," she said after a moment, in a much more temperate tone. "I didn't mean to yell that way."
"I understand that you're upset. I understand why you're upset."
"Thank you."
"Dr. Jacobs assures me that the boy's health is fine, that he's not in any way impaired by the program of research to which he's being-subjected."
"Then Dr. Jacobs ought to spend a night sleeping in here and he might have a different view," Miss Fellowes said. She saw a startled look come into Hoskins' eyes and her face blossomed with embarrassment at the unintended, implausible other meaning of what she had just said. -*'To listen to him crying in the dark. To watch me have to go into his bedroom and hold him and sing lullabies to him. Not impaired, Dr. Hoskins? If he hasn't been impaired by all this, it's because he spent the first few years of his life under the most dreadful conditions imaginable and somehow survived them. If a child can survive an ice-age winter, he can probably survive a lot of poking and testing by a pack of people in white coats. But that doesn't mean it's good for him."
"We'll need to discuss the research schedule at the next staff meeting."
"Yes. We will. Everyone is to be reminded that Tim-mie has a right to humane treatment. To human treatment."
Hoskins smiled. She gave him an interrogative look.
He said, "I was just thinking how you've changed since the first day, when you were so angry because I had foisted a Neanderthal on you. You were ready to quit, do you remember?"
"I would never have quit," Miss Fellowes said softly.
" Til stay with him-for a while,' you said. Those were your exact words. You seemed quite distraught. I had to convince you that you really would be taking care of a child and not some sort of little primate that belonged in a zoo."
Miss Fellowes lowered her eyes. She said in a low voice, "I suppose that at first glance I didn't quite understand-" and trailed off.
She glanced down at Timmie, who still clung to her. He was very much calmer now. She patted the little boy gently on his rump and sent him off toward his playroom. Hoskins looked in as Timmie opened the door, and smiled briefly at the display of toys that could be seen in there.
"Quite an array," he said.
"The poor child deserves them. They're all that he has and he earns them with what he goes through."
"Of course. Of course. We ought to get him even more. I'll send you a requisition form. Anything that you think he'd like to have-"
Miss Fellowes smiled warmly. "You do like Timmie, don't you?"
"How could I not like him? He's such a sturdy little fellow! He's so brave."
"Brave, yes."
"And so are you, Miss Fellowes."
She didn't know what to make of that. They stood facing each other in silence for a moment. Hoskins seemed to have his guard down: Miss Fellowes could see deep weariness in his eyes.
She said, with real concern, "You look worn out, Dr. Hoskins."
"Do I, Miss Fellowes?" He laughed, not very convincingly. "I'll have to practice looking more lifelike, then."
"Has some problem come up that I ought to know about?"
"Problem?" He seemed surprised. "No, no problem! Why would you think that? -I have a demanding job; that's all. Not because it's so complex, you understand. I don't mind complexity. But it's not the thing I'd be happiest doing. If I could simply get back into the laboratory end of things again-" He shook his head. "Well, that's neither here nor there. I've taken note of your complaint, Miss Fellowes. We'll see what we can do about easing up a little on Timmie's schedule of research interviews. In so far as we legitimately can, that is, considering the great importance of what we can learn from him. I'm sure you take my meaning."
"I'm sure that I do," said Miss Fellowes, in a tone of voice that was perhaps a shade too dry.