evenly.
As they turned on Windsor Street, he said, "Maybe you're right. I suppose I did feel guilty. Before VJ was born, I thought I'd have a nervous breakdown. Then, after his intelligence fell, I was again a basket case. It's only been during the last five years that I've been able to relax."
"Then why did you use the zygotes again?" Marsha asked.
"By that time the experiment seemed like a big success," Victor said. "And also because the families in question were uniquely qualified to have an exceptional child. But I shouldn't have done it. I know that now."
"Do you mean that?" Marsha asked.
"Oh God, yes!"
As they pulled into their driveway, Marsha felt for the first time since he'd shown her the rats that she might someday be able to forgive him. Then maybe-if VJ was truly all right, if her concern about his development was groundless-maybe they might be able to continue as a family. A lot of ifs. Marsha closed her eyes and prayed. Having lost one child, she asked God to spare the other. She didn't think she could suffer such a loss again.
The light in VJ's room was still on. Every night he was up there reading or studying. For however aloof he seemed, he was essentially a good kid.
Victor used the automatic button to raise the garage door. As soon as the car came to a stop, Marsha dashed out, anxious to reassure herself VJ was fine. Without waiting for Victor, she used her own key on the door to the back hall. But when she tried to push it open, the door wouldn't budge. Victor came up behind her and tried it himself.
"The dead bolt's been thrown," Victor said.
"VJ must have locked it after we left." She raised a fist and pounded on the door. It sounded loud in the garage but there was no response from VJ. "Do you think he's all right?" she asked.
"I'm sure he's fine," Victor said. "There is no way he could hear you knocking out here unless he was in the family room. Come on! We'll go to the front."
Victor led the way out through the garage and around to the front of the house. He tried his key. But that door had been deadbolted as well. He tried the bell. There was still no response. He rang again, beginning to feel a little of Marsha's anxiety. Just when they were about to try another door, they heard VJ's clear voice asking who was there.
As soon as the front door was opened, Marsha tried to hug VJ, but he eluded her grasp. "Where have you been?" he demanded.
Victor looked at his watch. It was a quarter to ten. They'd been gone about an hour and a half.
"Just been over to the lab," Marsha said. It wasn't like VJ to notice one way or the other when they weren't around. He was so self-sufficient.
VJ looked at Victor. "You got a phone call. I'm supposed to give you the message that things will be getting unpleasant unless you reconsider and are reasonable."
"Who was it?" Victor demanded.
"The caller didn't leave a name," VJ said.
"Was it male or female?" Victor asked.
"I couldn't tell," VJ said. "Whoever it was didn't speak into the receiver, or at least that's what it sounded like."
Looking from husband to son, Marsha said, "Victor, what is this all about?"
"Office politics," he said. "It's nothing to worry about."
Marsha turned to VJ. "Did the caller frighten you? We noticed the doors were all bolted."
"A little," VJ admitted. "Then I realized they wouldn't have called with that kind of message if they intended to come over."
"I suppose you're right," Marsha said. VJ had an impressive way of intellectualizing situations. "Why don't we all go into the kitchen. I could use some herbal tea."
"Not for me, thanks," VJ said. He turned to head up the stairs.
"Son!" Victor called.
VJ hesitated on the first step.
"I just wanted to let you know
As they turned on Windsor Street, he said, "Maybe you're right. I suppose I did feel guilty. Before VJ was born, I thought I'd have a nervous breakdown. Then, after his intelligence fell, I was again a basket case. It's only been during the last five years that I've been able to relax."
"Then why did you use the zygotes again?" Marsha asked.
"By that time the experiment seemed like a big success," Victor said. "And also because the families in question were uniquely qualified to have an exceptional child. But I shouldn't have done it. I know that now."
"Do you mean that?" Marsha asked.
"Oh God, yes!"
As they pulled into their driveway, Marsha felt for the first time since he'd shown her the rats that she might someday be able to forgive him. Then maybe-if VJ was truly all right, if her concern about his development was groundless-maybe they might be able to continue as a family. A lot of ifs. Marsha closed her eyes and prayed. Having lost one child, she asked God to spare the other. She didn't think she could suffer such a loss again.
The light in VJ's room was still on. Every night he was up there reading or studying. For however aloof he seemed, he was essentially a good kid.
Victor used the automatic button to raise the garage door. As soon as the car came to a stop, Marsha dashed out, anxious to reassure herself VJ was fine. Without waiting for Victor, she used her own key on the door to the back hall. But when she tried to push it open, the door wouldn't budge. Victor came up behind her and tried it himself.
"The dead bolt's been thrown," Victor said.
"VJ must have locked it after we left." She raised a fist and pounded on the door. It sounded loud in the garage but there was no response from VJ. "Do you think he's all right?" she asked.
"I'm sure he's fine," Victor said. "There is no way he could hear you knocking out here unless he was in the family room. Come on! We'll go to the front."
Victor led the way out through the garage and around to the front of the house. He tried his key. But that door had been deadbolted as well. He tried the bell. There was still no response. He rang again, beginning to feel a little of Marsha's anxiety. Just when they were about to try another door, they heard VJ's clear voice asking who was there.
As soon as the front door was opened, Marsha tried to hug VJ, but he eluded her grasp. "Where have you been?" he demanded.
Victor looked at his watch. It was a quarter to ten. They'd been gone about an hour and a half.
"Just been over to the lab," Marsha said. It wasn't like VJ to notice one way or the other when they weren't around. He was so self-sufficient.
VJ looked at Victor. "You got a phone call. I'm supposed to give you the message that things will be getting unpleasant unless you reconsider and are reasonable."
"Who was it?" Victor demanded.
"The caller didn't leave a name," VJ said.
"Was it male or female?" Victor asked.
"I couldn't tell," VJ said. "Whoever it was didn't speak into the receiver, or at least that's what it sounded like."
Looking from husband to son, Marsha said, "Victor, what is this all about?"
"Office politics," he said. "It's nothing to worry about."
Marsha turned to VJ. "Did the caller frighten you? We noticed the doors were all bolted."
"A little," VJ admitted. "Then I realized they wouldn't have called with that kind of message if they intended to come over."
"I suppose you're right," Marsha said. VJ had an impressive way of intellectualizing situations. "Why don't we all go into the kitchen. I could use some herbal tea."
"Not for me, thanks," VJ said. He turned to head up the stairs.
"Son!" Victor called.
VJ hesitated on the first step.
"I just wanted to let you know
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