"What happened? Why did you bring him back to _me_?" "His hand," she said, and took off. Hand? He was holding one hand over the other. No! I grabbed his hands to see what it was. One hand had obviously been bitten off at the wrist. He was holding the wound with the tentacles of his other little boneless hand. There was very little blood. "It is as nothing," he said, but when I cradled him in my arms, I could feel him shaking all over. "It will grow back," he said. Would it? I took him in the heli and held him while I drove. I could feel him trying to stop himself from shaking, but he couldn't. "Does it hurt very much?" I asked. "The pain is small," he said. "It is the fear. The fear is terrible. I am unable to swallow it." I was unable to swallow it, too. "The hand," said Mrs. His-tara without concern, "will grow back. But the things within my son...." She, too, began to tremble involuntarily. "Billy," I began, feeling the blood come through my lower lip, "Billy and I are...." It was too inadequate to say it. "It was not Billy," Hi-nin said without rancor. "It was Gail." "Gail! Gail doesn't bite!" But she had, and I broke down and plain cried. "Do not trouble yourself," said Mrs. His-tara. "My son receives from this a wound that does not heal. On Hiserea he would be forever sick, you understand. On your world, where everyone is born with this open wound, it will be his protection. So Mrs. Baden warned me and I think she is wise." As soon as I got home, I called up Regina. She looked pale and lifeless against the gaudy, irresponsible objects in the art shop. "It wasn't my fault," she said quickly. "I can't drive and watch the children at the same time. I told you the children would eat...." She stopped, and for the first time I saw Regina really horrified with herself. "Nobody said it was your fault. But don't you think you could have taken Hi-nin home yourself? To show Mrs. His-tara that--I don't know what it would show." It reminded me, somehow, of the time Regina stepped on a lizard and left it in great pain, pulling itself along by its tiny front paws, and I had said, "Regina, you can't leave that poor thing suffering," and she had said, "Well, I didn't step on it on purpose," and I had said, "Somebody's got to kill it now," and she had said, "I've got a class." I could still feel the crunch of it under my foot as its tiny life went out. "Sorry, Verne," she said, "you got yourself into this," and hung up. * * * * * That night Regina called me. "Can you give blood?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "If I stuff myself, I can get the scales up to a hundred and ten pounds." "What type?" "B. Rh positive." "Thought you told me that once. Gail is in the hospital. They have to replace every drop of blood in her body. She may die anyhow." I thought of the little fluff and squeak that was Gail. I eat de crus' of de toas'. "What's the matter with her?" I asked fearfully.