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if he caught her. She didn't blame him for keeping his finger on his number-but
he wouldn't report her. She unlocked the door and looked in.
The patient was in bed, he looked at her as the door opened. Her first
impression was that here was a patient too far gone to care. His lack of
expression seemed to show the complete apathy of the desperately ill. Then she
saw that his eyes were alive with interest; she wondered if his face were
paralysed? No, she decided; the typical sags were lacking.
She assumed her professional manner. "Well, how are we today? Feeling
better?"
Smith translated and examined the questions. The inclusion of herself in
the first query was confusing, but he decided that it might symbolize a wish to
cherish and grow close. The second part matched Nelson's speech forms. "Yes," he
answered.
"Good!" Aside from his odd lack of expression she saw nothing strange
about him-and if women were unknown to him, he was certainly managing to conceal
it. "Is there anything I can do for you?" She glanced around, noted that there
was no glass on the bedside shelf. "May I get you water?"
Smith had spotted at once that this creature was different from the others
who had come to see him. Almost as quickly he compared what he was seeing with
pictures Nelson had shown him on the trip from home to this place-pictures
intended to explain a particularly difficult and puzzling configuration of this
people group. This, then, was a "woman."
He felt both oddly excited and disappointed. He suppressed both in order
that he might grok deeply, with such success that Dr. Thaddeus noticed no change
in the dial readings in the next room.
But when he translated the last query he felt such a surge of emotion that
he almost let his heartbeat increase. He caught it in time and chided himself
for an undisciplined nestling. Then he checked his translation.
No, he was not mistaken. This woman creature had offered him the water
ritual. It wished to grow closer.
With great effort, scrambling for adequate meanings in his pitifully poor
list of human words, he attempted to answer with due ceremoniousness. "I thank
you for water. May you always drink deep."
Nurse Boardman looked startled. "Why, how sweetl" She found a glass,
filled it, and handed it to him.
He said, "You drink."
Wonder if he thinks I'm trying to poison him? she asked herself-but there
was a compelling quality to his request. She took a sip, whereupon he took the
glass from her and took one also, after which he seemed content to sink back
into the bed, as if he had accomplished something important.
Jill told herself that, as an adventure, this was a fizzle. She said,
"Well, if you don't need anything else, I must get on with my work."
She started for the door. He called out, "Not"
She stopped. "Eh? What do you want'~"
"Don't go away."
"Well II have to go, pretty quickly." But she came back to the bedside,
"Is there anything you want?"
He looked her up and down. "You are ... 'woman'?"
The question startled Jill Boardxnafl. Her sex had not been in doubt to
the most casual observer for many years. Her first impulse was to answer