My mother's face went white.
"My robots will do all the world's work," my father said. "Not just the fighting. But they know a lot about that, too." He turned his eyes on me again, significantly, and he smiled.
In the middle of that night, awakening suddenly, hearing an unexpected sound. My mother, sobbing, sobbing. My father, whispering, harshly, so close to red anger:
"Oh, shut up, Laura! For heaven's sake, SHUT UP!"
Oh, Faw-Faw, quick! Tell me a story!
The wide lap, the cool chest, the soothing voice:
"Once upon a time there lived a king and a queen, very peacefully together...."
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"Sick, sick! With what? Tell me that. With what?"