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Not that theres ever been anything sisterly-brotherly between us, but I have a hundred clues. The most obvious, that shes always been around, one way or another, in a sneaky way even before she came to me with her books and that Nefertiti tip of her head. I remember a breezy kid not much younger than myself in a tree outside my window, blue jeans, red shirt, sticking out her tongue at me, and I happy that the gesture was one I could return. Now and again I remember a furious voice from some other part of the house screeching for her to "Get down, my God, get down." I remember an eye, brown, lustrous, like a little mouse nose waiting at the crack in the door, sometimes during my bath. I even remember the knob turning and the door opening to make that crack. Later a decision was made, out of a sense of obligation or out of resentment, and she, or someone else, decided and she came to me, I cannot say with happiness. I think I was happier before, and then, with five o'clock drama, everything might have seemed complete to me. No, it wasn't happiness and she knew it. "Product of the home spiral. Been around since the fifties." At a little after nine we were in position. I was with Sergeant Lazeer at the west end of that eighteen-mile stretch of State Road 21. The patrol car was backed into a narrow dirt road, lights out. Gaiders and McCullum were similarly situated at the east end of the trap. We were smeared with insect repellent, and we had used spray on the backs of each others shirts where the mosquitoes were biting through the thin fabric. She was thinking the one thing she didnt want to do most of all was to hurt him. No, she told herself inside, sternly. Stop it right now. Be silent for once and eat, and, like Ben says, don’t think; but she was caught up in it somehow and she said, You know, Littleboy never did go to the beach yet, not even once, and it’s onlynine miles down, and she knew it would hurt him. Its chemically treated. It will stay in bloom for weeks. The new project was sharpening his memory for so many more of the old, old, eons-old things. He flattened the energy vortex that made up the total of his individuality and its lines of force stretched beyond the stars. The Persistence of the Beach. The white flanks of the dunes reminded him of the endless promenades of Karen Novotnys body— diorama of flesh and hillock; the broad avenues of the thighs, piazzas of pelvis and abdomen, the closed arcades of the womb. This terracing of Karens body in the landscape of the beach in some way diminished the identity of the young woman asleep in her apartment. He walked among the displaced contours of her pectoral girdle. What time could be read off the slopes and inclines of this inorganic musculature, the drifting planes of its face? By God, I can stick two fingers through each hand. Look where it got me. Ambush interrupted with a horrified shoutHOO? he said.“You gotalready wife?” But of course you like it, she said. You always used to like it!” She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly very steady.Mangon, why did you break Hectors picture? She held up a piece of the frame. “Tell me.” Not yet. A LIVING DOLL ... will be no limit to my operations now, Benson. This planet makes seventeen. Seventeen planets I can claim as my own!.
