"Until tomorrow."
He worked his hands nervously. "I don't know, honey—I just don't know."
"They'd kill her at central lab, wouldn't they?"
"Well, they'd need her as evidence in Delmont's trial."
"They'd kill her, wouldn't they?"
"When it was over—it's hard to say. The law says deviants must be destroyed, but—"
"Well?"
He paused miserably. "We've got a few days to think about it, honey. I don't have to make my report for a week."
He sidled out the door. Looking back, he saw the hard determination in her eyes as she watched him. He knew somehow that he was going to lose either his job or his wife. Maybe both. He shuffled moodily out to the kennels to care for his charges.