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out if the students know? If he really doesn't know, then whatever I say
will make no sense. If he really does know, he will be angry when he finds
out I think he does not.
It would be simpler if people said what they meant.
"This is the layer-three system for synthesis," I say. That is a right
answer, though it is a short one.
"Oh, I see," he says. His voice smirks. Does he think I am lying? I
can see a blurry, distorted reflection of his face in the shiny ball on my
desk. It is hard to tell what its expression is.
"The layer-three system will be embedded into the production codes," I
say, trying very hard to stay calm. "This ensures that the end user will be
able to define the production parameters but cannot change them to
something harmful."
"And you understand this?" he says.
Which this is this? I understand what I am doing. I do not always
understand why it is to be done. I opt for the easy short answer.
Yes, I say.
"Good," he says. It sounds as false as it did in the morning. "You
started late today," he says.
"I'm staying late tonight," I say. "I was one hour and forty-seven
minutes late. I worked through lunch; that is thirty minutes. I will stay
one hour and seventeen minutes late."
"You're honest," he says, clearly surprised.
"Yes," I say. I do not turn to look at him. I do not want to see his
face. After seven seconds, he turns to leave. From the door he has a last
word.
"Things cannot go on like this, Lou. Change happens."
Nine words. Nine words that make me shiver after the door is closed.
I turn on the fan, and my office fills with twinkling, whirling
reflections. I work on, one hour and seventeen minutes. Tonight I am not
tempted to work any longer than that. It is Wednesday night, and I have
things to do.
Outside it is mild, a little humid. I am very careful driving back to
my place, where I change into T-shirt and shorts and eat a slice of cold
pizza.

A mong the things I never tell Dr. Fornum about is my sex life. She
doesn't think I have a sex life because when she asks if I have a sex
partner, a girlfriend or boyfriend, I just say no. She doesn't ask more
than that. That is fine with me, because I do not want to talk about it
with her. She is not attractive to me, and my parents said the only reason
to talk about sex was to find out how to please your partner and be pleased
by your partner. Or if something went wrong, you would talk to a doctor.
Nothing has ever gone wrong with me. Some things were wrong from the
beginning, but that's different. I think about Marjory while I finish my
pizza. Marjory is not my sex partner, but I wish she were my girlfriend. I
met Marjory at fencing class, not at any of the social events for disabled
people that Dr. Fornum thinks I should go to. I don't tell Dr. Fornum about
fencing because she would worry about violent tendencies. If laser tag was
enough to bother her, long pointed swords would send her into a panic. I