“Nothing you didn’t already know, hey?” Phil stood up, trying to look brisk and efficient. “The more I think of it, the more I think we better get that new program set up _now_. I have a feeling,” he said in Thad’s direction, “I may be losing my chief assistant headshrinker a little sooner than I expected.” He hustled Lee out of the room ahead of him, and set a fast pace for his office. He needed a little time to think, before he verbalized into his conscious intellectual Gestalt the reality that so far existed for him only in awareness. And before the verbalizing, he had to determine--if he could--how much _she_ knew. He closed his office door, and switched on the Busy-light. No approach like the obvious, he decided. “Lee, how _did_ you know about Johnny?” he asked as soon as she was settled in a chair. “How--? Oh. I thought you really thought I got a wire.” She looked at him almost warily. “I told you before, Phil, I _knew_ he’d come. When it was time.” “Just feminine intuition?” He had intended the remark to be neutral and light. It came out harshly sardonic. Lisa sat forward, startled. “What do--” she started. She searched Phil’s face for--what? He didn’t know. Then she withdrew: her eyes turned inward; she sat back, not relaxed as before, but erect, spring-coiled for some as-yet-undetermined action. “No,” she said finally. “Not feminine intuition, Phil. How about just _intuition_? The kind anyone can have?” _Damn you!_ the outraged seeker within shrieked. _Bitch!_ She _knew_, and wouldn’t tell. _But does she know she knows?_ The doctor was back. “All right, I’ll buy that,” he said. “For now, anyhow.” He stood up and went to the window. Looking out, because he couldn’t hurt her and see her hurt, he said, “Let me ask you another one.” “Yes?” She was all self-possessed again. That tender-amusement bit. _Okay, kid, brace yourself; you’ll need it!_ “What makes you think Doug Laughlin was so much like me?” And he held his breath. If he was wrong--or if she lied--he would never know which it had been. The words flew from him, even as he tried to call them back: once spoken, they wiped out all slower safer ways to know for _sure_. “Well, darling, there are so _many_--_Did_ I tell you that? I didn’t mean to. It was such a wild thought--Come to think of it, maybe it _is_ ‘feminine’ intuition, Phil. Maybe something to do with being pregnant, or--something like that? Because I sure do a lot of it these days. I never used to. Not as _much_, anyhow.... Maybe I’m just more relaxed, so that I _know_ when I think something, or when I just--_feel_ it. I mean, feel it’s _true_, so if I wasn’t watching, or rather, if I were less _aware_ of what goes on inside me, I might think I was thinking, or think I had _heard_ it or read it somewhere or actually _seen_ it. You know.” “I know,” he said. “I know very well. Because _I_ thought I _heard_ you say that about Doug. And now you think you did. But you didn’t.”