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His
human
teachers
had
been
unusually
well
qualified
to
instruct
his
innocence
without
bruising
it
.
The
result
was
as
unique
as
he
himself
.
Jill
was
very
pleased
but
not
really
surprised
to
find
that
"
Aunt
Patty
"
accepted
as
inevitable
and
necessary
,
and
with
forthright
fullness
,
the
fact
that
sharing
water
in
a
very
ancient
Martian
ceremony
with
Mike
led
at
once
to
sharing
Mike
himself
in
a
human
rite
ancient
itself
.
Jill
was
somewhat
surprised
(
although
still
pleased
)
at
Pat
’
s
continued
calm
acceptance
when
it
certainly
had
been
demonstrated
to
their
new
water
brother
that
Mike
was
capable
of
more
miracles
than
he
had
disclosed
up
to
then
.
However
,
Jill
did
not
then
know
that
Patricia
Paiwonski
had
met
a
holy
man
before
–
Patricia
expected
more
of
holy
men
.
Jill
herself
was
simply
serenely
happy
that
a
cusp
had
been
reached
and
passed
with
right
action
and
was
ecstatically
happy
herself
to
grow
closer
as
the
cusp
was
determined
–
all
of
which
she
thought
in
Martian
and
quite
differently
.
In
time
they
rested
and
Jill
had
Mike
treat
Patty
to
a
bath
given
by
telekinesis
,
and
herself
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
tub
and
squealed
and
giggled
when
the
older
woman
did
.
It
was
just
play
,
very
human
and
not
at
all
Martian
;
Mike
had
done
it
for
Jill
on
the
initial
occasion
almost
lazily
rather
than
raise
himself
up
out
of
the
water
–
an
accident
,
more
or
less
.
Now
it
had
become
a
custom
,
one
that
Jill
knew
Patty
would
like
.
It
tickled
Jill
to
see
Patty
’
s
face
when
she
found
herself
being
scrubbed
all
over
by
gentle
.
invisible
hands
?
and
then
,
presently
dried
in
a
whisk
with
neither
towel
nor
blast
of
air
.
Patricia
blinked
.
"
After
that
I
need
a
drink
.
A
big
one
.
"
"
Certainly
,
darling
.
"
"
And
I
still
want
to
show
you
kids
my
pictures
?
all
of
them
.
"
Patricia
followed
Jill
out
into
the
living
room
,
Mike
in
train
,
and
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
rug
.
"
But
first
look
at
me
.
Look
at
me
,
not
at
my
pictures
.
What
do
you
see
?
"
With
mild
regret
Mike
stripped
her
tattoos
off
in
his
mind
and
looked
at
his
new
brother
without
her
decorations
.
He
liked
her
tattoos
very
much
;
they
were
peculiarly
her
own
,
they
set
her
apart
and
made
her
a
self
.
They
seemed
to
him
to
give
her
a
slightly
Martian
flavor
,
in
that
she
did
not
have
the
bland
sameness
of
most
humans
.
He
had
already
memorized
them
all
and
had
thought
pleasantly
of
having
himself
tattooed
all
over
,
once
be
grokked
what
should
be
pictured
.
The
life
of
his
father
,
water
brother
Jubal
?
He
would
have
to
ponder
it
.
He
would
discuss
it
with
Jill
–
and
Jill
might
wish
to
be
tattooed
,
too
.
What
designs
would
make
Jill
more
beautifully
Jill
?
In
the
way
in
which
perfume
multiplied
Jill
’
s
odor
without
changing
it
?
What
he
saw
when
he
looked
at
Pat
without
her
tattoos
pleased
him
but
not
as
much
;
she
looked
as
a
woman
necessarily
must
look
to
be
woman
.
Mike
still
did
not
grok
Duke
’
s
collection
of
pictures
;
the
pictures
were
interesting
and
had
taught
Mike
that
there
was
more
variety
in
the
sizes
,
shapes
,
proportions
and
colors
of
women
than
he
had
known
up
to
then
and
that
there
was
some
variety
in
the
acrobatics
involving
physical
love
–
but
having
learned
these
simple
facts
he
seemed
to
grok
that
there
was
nothing
more
to
be
learned
from
Duke
’
s
prized
pictures
.
Mike
’
s
early
training
had
made
of
him
a
very
exact
observer
,
by
eye
(
and
other
senses
)
,
but
that
same
training
had
left
him
unresponsive
to
the
subtle
pleasures
of
voyeurism
,
it
was
not
that
be
did
not
find
women
(
including
,
most
emphatically
Patricia
Paiwonski
)
sexually
stimulating
,
but
it
lay
not
in
seeing
them
.
Of
his
senses
,
smell
and
touch
counted
much
higher
–
in
which
he
was
quasi
-
human
,
quasi
-
Martian
;
the
parallel
Martian
reflex
(
as
unsubtle
as
a
sneeze
)
was
triggered
by
those
two
,
but
could
activate
only
in
season
–
what
must
be
termed
"
sex
"
in
a
Martian
is
as
romantic
as
intravenous
feeding
.
