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Dorotea:Whenyou'rewearingnothingbutyourLEObat!
Saschahadamentalimageofhisbrotherwithdrawingquietlyoffendinghatinhand.NoonetookonDoroteainacrusadingmood.HeglanceddownatTirla,whowasdeepinthought,staringdownatthefloor,thoughherbodyappearedrelaxed.WhenthecargopoddooropenedastheyreachedthevehicleparkinthequietgroundsoftheEasternCenterforParapsychics,shereactedwithamazementanddisbelief.AstheothermembersofSascha'steampiledout,laughingandchattingoverthesuccessfula.s.signment,Tirlajuststood,herlargeeyeswideandwhitea.s.shestaredaroundher.Saschadidnothurryher.TheoldHennerestate,withitsbigoldbeeches,maples,andoaks,thewidelawnsandtheattractivetwostoryresidentialunits,wasunusualenoughinmodernJerhattanandhadtobearevelationtoaLinearresident.
Tirlalookedappalled.
"Mygrandmotherlivesoverthere,"Saschasaid,pointingtothedwellingthathadoncebeenthegardener'slodge."Theresheis,weedingtheborder."Youarethemostcompleteham,Dorotea.
Weeding?
Trueenough,butIwasn'tgoingtoswathemyselfinblacksubsistenceandbedeckmyselfwithbraceletsandnoseringstomakeherfeelatease.Andtheborderdoesneedweeding.
Whataboutyourarthritis?
Ialwayssufferformyart,m'dear.I'verecruitedPeter,too.Heneedstoclimbdownfromrarefiedatmospheres,andsomethinghomelywillhelp.Also,bemaybeolderthansheis,butbelooksyoung.
He'stoappearwitheats.Refreshmentsarealwaysagoodwaytostartoffaconversation,particularlyforsomeonewithaNearEastbackground."Why,Sascha,whatapleasantsurprise!"Doroteahoistedherselftoherfeetandheldoutherarmstohim.Kissme,youlout.
Evengrandmothersneedarationofpa.s.sionnowandagain!
"Grandmother,thisisTirla...Tunnelle."
Inventiveboy!Doroteacommented.
"Sheneedsaplacetostayforafewdays.Woulditbetoomuchofanimposition?"
DoroteaextractedherselffromSascha'senthusiasticembraceandextendedamuddaubedhandtoTirla.SinceDoroteahadbeenacceptedandacceptablefromthemomentofherbirth,shehadaboutheranaurathatmaderejectionfromanyoneimpossible;Tirladelayedonlyamomentbeforegraspingtheextendedhand.She's...o...b..neslikeabird's,Sascha.Howcouldshepossiblydoallshe'sjustdone?
"Tirla,thisisDoroteaHorvath."There'snothingfrailaboutTirla'smind,Dorotea.
"Actually,Iwasjustabouttoquitandhavesomethingtoeatanddrink.Thesun'swarmtoday.Peter,isthejuiceready?"shecalled,andgesturedforhergueststoprecedeherintothelittlehouse.
SaschawasgladthathehadthoughtofDorotea,insteadoftakingTirlatothefarmoredauntingmanorhouseanditsformalityJudgingbythegirl'sstunnedexpression,eventhishomeyroomwasfaroutsideherexperience.
"Iexpectyou'llwanttowashup,andIneedto,"Doroteasaidgently,touchingTirla'sarmandpointingtothelittlehall"Lavatory'sseconddoorontheleft,dear,plentyoftowels.Peter,"shesaida.s.shemadeforthesmallkitchen,"wehavetwomoreguests."
Peter:What'sshelike?
Sascha:Scared.
Peter,wryly:Knowthefeeling!
Dorotea:Mightshield.
Peter,earnestly:I'llbecareful.
Dorotea:Anddon'tshowoff,You'llterrifyher.
Peter:IdidalltheshowingoffI'mgoingtodothismorning.
AnapprehensiveTirlareenteredtheroom,surrept.i.tiouslytrailingfingersalongwoodensurfacesandacrossthesofabacks.Saschanoticedthatshehadwashedhands,arms,neck,face,andthatportionofherchestthatwasvisibleabovetheroundneckofherratherwornclothing.Shehadbrushedherlonghairneatlybackoverhershoulders.SaschathoughtofthecheerlessfunctionalityofsubsistencelivingquartersandgaveTirlaanotherfullmarkfornonchalance.
"Hereweare,"Doroteasaid,arrivingwithalargetrayladenwithallsortsoffingerfoods:savories,smallopenfacedsandwiches,wedgesoffruit,andstripsoffreshvegetables."Peter,don'tdropthegla.s.ses!"Fortunately,Tirla'sbackwastotheboywho,withbothhandsonthehugepitcheroforangejuice,wasallowingfourlargetumblerstofloatalongbesidehim.
"HolditwhileIpour,"Petersaid,handingTirlaagla.s.s,adiversionthatkeptherfromnoticingtheothergla.s.sesslidingtopositionsonthelowtablenearDoroteaandSascha.
Dorotea:Peter!
Peter:Shedidn'tseeit.
Whenallhadbeenservedwithjuice,PeterbouncedintothechairbesideTirlaandtookalongdrinkofthejuice,wipinghismouthandexclaimingwithsatisfactionatthetaste.
"Don'tinhalethejuice,Peter,"Doroteasaida.s.sheofferedTirlathetrayofsnacks.Anuncommonfondnessforgreenpepper,shenotedwhenshesawTirla'seyesbrightenatthesightoftheslices.CloselywatchingDorotea,thegirlhadclosedherfingersaboutthree,thenincreasedherhaultosixwhentherewasnoreaction."Thecheesepuffsarehotandfresh,"Doroteasaid,pushingthemtowardTirla.
"You'dbettergetthemnowbeforeSaschaorPeterhogthemall."
Tirlaletthepepperstripsfallintoherlapandobedientlytookacheesepuff.
Icouldn'tmakemyselfsomecoffee,couldI,Doro?Saschaaskedplaintively.
Drink!Anything.Shewon'tuntilwealldo."Peter,thisisjustwhatIneeded.Imusthavedehydratedinthesun.Sascha,there'reasparagusinthebreadrolls.Iknowyoulikethem!AndPeter,youarenottoeatallthechickensandwiches.Hewould,youknow,"Dorotearattledon,nibblingatacheesepuffwhichshethenputtoonesidetotakeabiteofapatedcracker.Well,we'veallsampledeverythingtoprovethere'snopoisonordrugs.Ah,good!Ob,myword!She'sstarved!
Tirlahadstartedtodrinkandeatwithquicksharpbitesands.n.a.t.c.hedswallows,asifshewastornbetweeneatinganddrinkingandafraidthatthefoodwouldsuddenlydisappear.Allthreetelepathswereawareofasuddenlighteningofhercarefullyguardedthoughtsa.s.shemadeinroadsonthesnacks.Thepastrymeltedinhermouth,releasingtastesthatsatisfiedunknowncravingswithtexturesthatt.i.tillatedhertongue,fromtherea.s.suringcrispwaterytangofthegreenpepperstothebiteofsharpcheeseandsavorymeatfillings.
Foodwouldbeatrigger,Doroteawentonwryly,whenyouconsidershe'sprobablybeenhungryallherlife.Shetookalongdrinkoftheorangejuice."Ihopeyou'vemoreinthekitchen,Peter,becauseittastesmarvelous.b.u.t.then,freshsqueezedorangejuicealwaysdoes,don'tyouthinkso,Tirla?"
Sascha!Boris'stonewasauthoritative.Yourwaif'singoodbands.
Someonejusts.n.a.t.c.hedoneoftheJerhattanschoolkidswestrandedthreeweeksago.
"Well,"Saschasaid,risinganddustingcrumbsoffhisfingers."I'llleaveyoutoit,Tirla.You'resafeenoughhereforafewdays,andPetercanshowyouhowtologontoTeacher.Right?"
Ashestrodeacrossthelawntothemainhouse,Doroteatoldhim,Shepausedinhereatingwhenyouleft,butIfearthesnacktrayandtheorangejuicepitcherareoffargreatermomentthanyou,honey.
Saschawasnotcertain,inhisprivatemind,ifhelikedtakingsecondplacetoabatchofcanapes,evenwithapreadolescent.
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Youbeenherelong?"TirlaaskedPeterthenextmorningastheyatebreakfastinthepleasantand,toTirla,amazingkitchenroom.Doroteawaspreparingeggsfresheggsinapanatthestove,using,ofallthings,anakedflame.Tirladidnotwishtodistractherfromthedangerousprocedure,soshespokeinalowvoice.
"Hmm,"Petersaid.amiably,takingneatspoonfulsoftheripemelon.
"EversinceIgotoutofthehospital."
Tirlawatchedtoseehowhedealtwiththefoodshewouldhavesliceditthinandeatendowntotherind."Whywereyouinthehospital?"sheasked.HospitalswerefearsomeplacestoTirla,whohadalwaysmadeapracticeofavoidingmedics,aswellasquacks.Shealsohadawarydistrustofsickpeople,neverhavingbeenillorinjuredherself.
Petergaveadiffidentshrugofoneshoulder."Awallcollapsedalloverme."
"Youmusthavebeenhurtbad."InTirla's.e.xperiencepeopledidnotsurvivewallscomingdownonthem.
"Couldn'twalkformonths.Couldn'tevenfeedmyself."Hiseyestookonanunfocusedcast.
"Andtheyletyoulive?"Tirlawa.s.stunnedatsuchgoodfortune.
Peterregardedherwithsomesurprise."Ofcourse,thoughforawhilethere,Ireallydidn'twanttolive."
Tirlaabsorbedthatremarkablestatementa.s.shebenttothetaskofeatingmelon.Itwasreallygoodnotgoneofflikemostofthoseshescrounged.SheflickedcarefulglancesatDoroteatomakesurethefirewasundercontrol.Whydidn'tthewoma.n.u.sethehottershehadrightthereinthewall?OneofthefirstthingsonelearnedintheLinearswasnottomesswithnakedflames.FirewasasurewaytobringdownthewrathoftheLEOs.
"Whydidyou?"Tirlaasked,realizingthatPeterwaswaitingforhertocomment."Live,Imean."
"Rhyssataughtmehowtomoveagain."
"Youdomovesortofoddly,"shesaid,havingnoticedthepeculiarglidingmotionheused.Hedidnot,infact,seemtotakerealsteps,thoughhislegsmoved.
Petersnickered,hismouthfullofmelon.Heswallowedandgrinnedbroadly."That'sbecauseI'mnotreallywalking.Iimpelmyselfkinetically."Hiseyesglintedwithmischiefathermystification."Imakemybodymove.Itcan't."
Tirlastoppedeating,staringathimuntilsherecalledthateveninLinearsalengthystarewasimpolite."Yourbodydoesn'tmove?Butyou'reeating.You'reusingyourarmandyourhandjustlikeme."Sheheldherownhandup.
"I'mprettygoodat.i.t,aren'tI?"PeterwasdelightedwithhiseffectonTirla."I'vedonesomeotherstuff,too,moving"Hebrokeoff,withaslightlyruefulgrin."Ihearyou'reprettygoodatyourTalent,too.Thatwaslarkygettingthekidsawayfromthepervert."
Tirlaslowlyshookherhead,dismissingherachievement."Nothinglikewhatyoudo.Idon'thavemuchTalentatall."
Petersnortedwithgoodnaturedcontempt."That'swhatyouthink.It'snotwhatRhyssasaid.I'mgoodatwhatIdo.Butyou'reveryverygoodatwhatyoudo.Don'tknockit."
Slightlyembarra.s.sedbythesincerityofPeter'stone,Tirlachangedthesubject,eagertopumphimonpuzzlingtopics."YousaidRhyssahelpedyou?IsshethedarkhairedonewhowasherelastnightafterSaschaleft?"
Peternoddedhishead."She'sthedirectorhere."
"NotSascha?"
Petershookhishead,grinning."Sascha'sthedeputychief.HetakesoverwhenRhyssa'sinvolvedwithsomeone.Likeme!I'mherspecialproject"Hebrokeoff,blinkinghiseyesrapidly,andflashedaquick,almostapologeticglanceatDoroteabeforehegrinned."Rhyssahaslotsofspecialduties,beingthedirector.I'mnottheonlyone."
Tirlanoticedthathischeeksflamedbriefly.Whatcouldembarra.s.saboylikePeter?ThenDoroteawaspa.s.singplateswithfreshlycookedeggsandbaconandurgingTirlatosamplethehottoast.Tirlaateuntilshewa.s.stuffed.ShethankedDoroteaprofuselyfortheeffortofhandcooking.
"Ienjoyit,"Doroteareplied,smilinggently."Especiallyforappreciativeappet.i.tes.Peter,whydon'tyoutakeTirlatothestudyandlogherin?You'vegottogothroughsomea.s.sessmentsfirst,honey,butonceyourstandard'sbeendecided,you'llbeexpectedtobepresentforallthecla.s.sesyou'rea.s.signed."
Tirlanoddedbriefly,farmoreinterestedinthewayPetergotdownfromhischairindeedhedidglideasheconductedhertothestudy,andthecuriousfluidityofhismovementsfascinatedher.
"Andyouaren'treallywalking?"sheasked.
"Nope,it'sallkinetic.Myspinalcordgotseveredwhenthewallfellonme.Medicalsciencecan'tsplicethatyetbutkineticsciencegivesmemovement.Better'nbeingstuckinasupportchair,"hea.s.suredherblithely."Here'syourterminal,andhere'reyourearplugs.I'vegottodomyhourswithTeacher,too.Can'tslipoutofthatwithkinesis!"Hemadeafacea.s.sheslidintothechairheindicated.
Whenshehadslippedtheplugsintoherears,hetypedasequencewithanoddfingermovement,andsuddenlytheblankscreencleared.
"TirlaTunnelle,mayI,asyourpersonalTeacher,welcomeyoutothisEducationalProgram."ThescreenshowedtheSchoolRoomandapleasantfacedwomanseatedatthedesk.TirlaknewthattheTeacherwasaconstruct,devisedtoreproducetheoldteacherpupilconfrontation,butshehadalwayslikedthelookofTeacher;someoneapersoncouldtrust,whowouldnotlaughatquestionsorhonestmistakes,whowastheretohelponelearn."SaschaRozninetoldusthatyouhavehadsomecreditsunderthenameofKail,LinearGresident,Flat8732a.Today,ifyouwillbearwithme,Tirla,wewilljustseehowmuchofthoseearlylessonsyouremember.Now,shallwebegin?Ifyouneedtoberefreshedaboutthefunctionkeys,pleasetypeHforhelp.Or,ifyou'rereadytobegin,strikeRETURN,andwe'llbeginthea.s.sessment."
WithconflictingemotionsaweatrealizingalonghelddreamandfearthatthemiraclemightbewithdrawnforsomecapriciousreasonTirlatouchedRETURN.
Ithink,"Doroteabegan,drummingherfingersrapidlyonthekitchentable,"Tirlaisgoingintoaneducationoverkillphase.Shewon'tleavetheterminal,thoughPeterhasbeena.s.slylydeviousasyou,Sascha,ingettingheroutside.Ialsothinkshefindsthegroundsdauntinginsteadofpleasant.Shestickstothepathsandwon'tusetheplaygroundfacilities.Butallthisstudyandnoplayisnotanimprovement."
DonUsenik,whohadjoinedtheinformalmeetingasmedicaladvisor,shookhishead,mildlyamusedbyDorotea'sfervor."Accordingtothemedicalreports,she'sinexcellentshape.Amazinglysowhenyouconsidertheconditionsunderwhichshe'slived."
"Well,Ithinkit'swrongforachildheragetotryandabsorbtwoyears'educationinfourdays,"Doroteamaintained.
"Anyimprovementinreceptivity?"Rhyssaasked.
"WhatdoesPetersay?"Doroteacounteredwithsomeheat.
Rhyssalaughed."Peterthinksshecouldifshewould.Whenshe'sinvolvedinherstudying,hecanhearanongoingmentalcommentary.
Shehasamazingretentivepowers,visualaswellasauditory.She'sansweredhimtelepathicallyonceortwicewhenshedidn'trealizeit."
Wehavegottomakeherawareofherpotential,"Saschasaid,frustrated.
Rhyssaleanedacrossthetable."Itwilltaketime,Sascha.There'snoneedtoforcescopetoherTalent."
"Boriswouldlikeahundredmorelikeher,"Saschasaid,frowning.
"But.i.thoughtyouandBorishadfoundtheJerhattanchild,"Rhyssasaid,havingfollowedhisthought.Shedidnotlikewhatsheread:thatBoriswantedTirlatoworkundercoverwithCa.s.s.
"Oh,wefoundandrescuedherallrightenough,"Sascharepliedwithnosenseofachievement,"andtwoothers,b.u.t.therewerenoleadswhateverofanyuse.Onlyaminorladronewh.o.r.eportsbyphoneanotherofthoseconvenientlyillegalconnects.Soadeadend.Thegirlscouldtellusnothing;theyhadbeenga.s.sed,blindfolded,stuckinsomesortofsmoothplasticcoc.o.o.n.Theirtraumawentprettydeep."
"Thepsychologicalscarringoftheirincarcerationisgoingtobedifficulttoneutralize,"Donremarked,frowning."Anewwrinkleinrenderingtheabducteddociletactiledisorientation.Villainoustrick."Heshookhishead."YouandPeterareofftoday,aren'tyou?
SothatleavesDoroteaandmetocomeupwithsomebrilliantideasonsharpeninguptheTests,huh?"
"Andme,"Saschasaid,comingoutofhisgloom."Iamafterall,directoroftrainingforthisCenter.ThetroublewithauniquelikeTirlaisthatshedoesn'trealizeshe'sgotTalentinthefirstplace.
Andinthesecond,howcanyoutestchildrenthataren'tsupposedtoexist?"
"WhattraininghaveyouplannedforTirlathen?"Rhyssasaid.
Saschashrugged."Training?She'sanaturalatwhatshedoesgettingintothecommunicationcenterofanyone'sbrainandadaptingtowhateverlanguagethey'reusing."Hespreadhishandswide."Howcanweimproveonthat?Andshecan'texplainanymorethanPetercanexplainhowhedoeswhathedoes."
"I'ddoitmyself,butIhatecrowdsandIcan'twalkfar,"Doroteasaidsuddenly,"butSascha,whydon'tyoustartbyhaulingherawayfromTeacherforanafternoon?Thoseissueshoesareuseless,andwhileshemightfeelhappyinsubsistenceissue,Iwouldliketoseeherdressedinsomethingnicer.Severalsomethingnicers."
"Me?7'SaschaglancedfirstatDoroteaandthenatRhyssaandpretendednottoseeDon'samusedexpression.
"You!"Doroteapointedasternfingerathim."Shetrustsyou."
"ButI'veneverboughtclothesforakid."
"Noneedtopanic,"Dorotearepliedunfeelingly."I'msureTirlaknowswhatshe'dbecomfortablewearing,andthat'sallyouneedtogoby.