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"
We
’
ll
have
to
see
.
Maryam
,
are
you
feeling
spiritual
?
"
"
You
go
to
hell
!
‘
Houris
’
indeed
!
"
"
Jill
?
"
"
Give
me
a
break
,
"
Ben
protested
.
"
I
’
m
still
working
on
Jill
.
"
"
Later
,
Jill
.
Anne
?
"
"
Sorry
.
I
’
ve
got
a
date
.
"
"
Dorcas
?
You
’
re
my
last
chance
.
"
"
Stinky
,
"
she
said
softly
,
"
just
how
spiritual
do
you
want
me
to
feel
?
"
When
Mike
got
inside
the
house
,
he
went
straight
upstairs
to
his
room
,
closed
the
door
,
got
on
the
bed
,
assumed
the
foetal
position
,
rolled
up
his
eyes
,
swallowed
his
tongue
,
and
slowed
his
heart
almost
to
nothing
.
He
knew
that
Jill
did
not
like
him
to
do
this
in
the
daytime
,
but
she
did
not
object
as
long
as
he
did
not
do
it
publicly
.
There
were
so
many
things
that
he
must
not
do
publicly
,
but
only
this
one
really
aroused
her
ire
.
He
had
been
waiting
to
do
this
ever
since
he
had
left
that
room
of
terrible
wrongness
;
he
needed
very
badly
to
withdraw
and
try
to
grok
all
that
had
happened
.
For
he
had
done
something
else
that
Jill
had
told
him
not
to
.
He
felt
a
very
human
urge
to
tell
himself
that
it
had
been
forced
on
him
,
that
it
was
not
his
fault
;
but
his
Martian
training
did
not
permit
him
this
easy
escape
.
He
had
arrived
at
a
cusp
,
right
action
had
been
required
,
the
choice
had
been
his
.
He
grokked
that
he
had
chosen
correctly
.
But
his
water
brother
Jill
had
forbidden
this
choice
–
but
that
would
have
left
him
no
choice
.
This
was
contradiction
;
at
a
cusp
,
choice
is
.
By
choice
,
spirit
grows
.
