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"
About
what
?
"
asked
Weston
.
He
stepped
into
the
washroom
and
drowned
out
any
possible
answer
by
the
splash
of
water
.
Mrs.
Weston
waited
.
She
said
,
"
About
Robbie
.
"
Weston
stepped
out
,
towel
in
hand
,
face
red
and
angry
,
"
What
are
you
talking
about
?
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
been
building
up
and
building
up
.
I
've
tried
to
close
my
eyes
to
it
,
but
I
'm
not
going
to
any
more
.
Most
of
the
villagers
consider
Robbie
dangerous
.
Children
are
n't
allowed
to
go
near
our
place
in
the
evenings
.
"
"
We
trust
our
child
with
the
thing
.
"
"
Well
,
people
are
n't
reasonable
about
these
things
.
"
"
Then
to
hell
with
them
.
"
"
Saying
that
does
n't
solve
the
problem
.
I
've
got
to
do
my
shopping
down
there
.
I
've
got
to
meet
them
every
day
.
And
it
's
even
worse
in
the
city
these
days
when
it
comes
to
robots
.
New
York
has
just
passed
an
ordinance
keeping
all
robots
off
the
streets
between
sunset
and
sunrise
.
"
"
All
right
,
but
they
ca
n't
stop
us
from
keeping
a
robot
in
our
home
.
-
Grace
,
this
is
one
of
your
campaigns
.
I
recognize
it
.
But
it
's
no
use
.
The
answer
is
still
,
no
!
We
're
keeping
Robbie
!
"
And
yet
he
loved
his
wife
--
and
what
was
worse
,
his
wife
knew
it
.
George
Weston
,
after
all
,
was
only
a
man
--
poor
thing
--
and
his
wife
made
full
use
of
every
device
which
a
clumsier
and
more
scrupulous
sex
has
learned
,
with
reason
and
futility
,
to
fear
.
