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But
,
having
been
invited
to
see
her
without
her
pictures
.
Mike
did
notice
more
sharply
one
thing
about
Patricia
that
he
already
knew
:
she
had
her
own
face
,
marked
in
beauty
by
her
life
.
She
bad
,
he
saw
with
gentle
wonder
,
her
own
face
even
more
than
Jill
had
,
and
it
made
him
feel
toward
Pat
even
more
of
an
emotion
he
did
not
as
yet
call
love
but
for
which
be
used
a
Martian
concept
more
discriminating
.
She
had
her
own
odor
,
too
,
and
her
own
voice
,
as
all
humans
did
.
Her
voice
was
husky
and
he
liked
to
hear
it
even
when
he
did
not
grok
her
meaning
;
her
odor
was
mixed
(
he
knew
)
with
an
unscrubbed
trace
of
bitter
muskiness
from
daily
contact
with
snakes
.
It
did
not
put
him
off
;
Pat
’
s
snakes
were
part
of
Pat
as
were
her
tattoos
.
Mike
liked
Pat
’
s
snakes
and
could
handle
the
poisonous
ones
with
perfect
safety
–
and
not
alone
by
stretching
time
to
anticipate
and
avoid
their
strikes
.
They
grokked
with
him
;
he
savored
their
innocent
merciless
thoughts
–
they
reminded
him
of
home
.
Other
than
Pat
,
Mike
was
the
only
person
who
could
handle
Honey
Bun
with
pleasure
to
the
boa
constrictor
.
Her
torpor
was
usually
such
that
others
could
,
if
necessary
,
handle
her
–
but
Mike
she
accepted
as
a
substitute
for
Pat
.
Mike
let
the
pictures
reappear
.
Jill
looked
at
her
and
wondered
why
Aunt
Patty
had
ever
let
herself
be
tattooed
in
the
first
place
?
She
would
really
look
rather
nice
–
if
she
weren
’
t
a
living
comic
strip
.
But
she
loved
Aunt
Patty
for
what
she
was
,
not
the
way
she
looked
–
and
,
of
course
,
it
did
give
her
a
steady
living
at
least
until
she
got
so
old
and
haggard
that
the
marks
wouldn
’
t
pay
to
look
at
her
even
if
all
those
pictures
had
been
signed
by
Rembrandt
.
She
hoped
that
Patty
was
tucking
away
plenty
in
the
grouch
bag
then
she
remembered
that
Aunt
Patty
was
now
one
of
Mike
’
s
water
brothers
(
and
her
own
,
of
course
)
and
Mike
’
s
endless
fortune
gave
Patty
certain
old
-
age
insurance
;
Jill
felt
warmed
by
it
.
"
Well
?
"
repeated
Mrs
.
Paiwonski
.
"
What
do
you
see
?
How
old
am
I
,
Michael
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
said
simply
.
"
Guess
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
guess
,
Pat
.
"
"
Oh
,
go
ahead
.
You
won
’
t
hurt
my
feelings
.
"
