"All right. And you'll go see the doctor tomorrow?"
"I said I would."
"And you won't say anything about Leo to Mrs. Greer or anybody?"
he looked slightly embarrassed. "Not till he's born, I think, don't you? It would be an awful hard thing to prove—even you wouldn't have believed me if you hadn't felt him kick."
This experiment had not been repeated, though Len had asked often enough. All little Leo had wanted, Moira said, was to establish communication with his mother—he didn't seem to be interested in Len at all. "Too young," she explained.
And still—Len recalled the frogs his biology class had dissected last semester. One of them had had two hearts. This disorderly cell growth ... like a cancer. Unpredictable: extra fingers or toes or a double dose of cortex?
"And I'll burp like a lady, if at all," Moira assured him cheerfully as they got ready to leave.