She could frown now and she had enough deception to get by in almost any company. These flaws were necessary, but they were still flaws and brought her closer to being—human.
At the office on Saturday morning, Sam Tullgren dropped in. Sam said, "I've been hearing things, Joseph."
"From Vera? At the Center?"
Sam shook his head. "Vera's been too busy to have much time for the director. She's our most popular number." Sam paused. "About the new one. Hear she's something to see."
"You heard right. She's practically flawless, Sam. She's just what a man needs at home." His voice, for some reason, didn't indicate the enthusiasm he should have felt.
Sam chewed one corner of his mouth. "Why not bring her over, say, tonight? We'll play some bridge."
That would be something. Two minds, perfectly in harmony, synchronized, working in partnership. Joe's smile was smug. "We'll be there. At eight-thirty."