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here,” Mel said.
    â€œNot all likely,” said String.
    â€œHumans … a human mother, or father, still might play with their kids, even if they were upset.”
    String teetered back and forth on his fringe. “Human would ignore pressing matters and play?”
    â€œPeople, parents ,” Mel said, “might still play with the kid if nothing could be done about it then. Why drag the kid down with you? Let them be normal.”
    â€œAnd the pouch … the child has no idea the problem or upset?”
    Mel shrugged. “A lot of the time they know something’s up. Depends how bad it is.”
    â€œAh. This is when the pretending is taught.”
    â€œJust answer the question, String,” David said. He wiped sweat from the back of his neck. “Likely or not?”
    String considered. “Hard to say. But this outdoor game. Is it part of the usual regimen? Mother-Ones often most organized the day.”
    â€œNo,” David said. “Painter said she only saw them out playing like that now and then.”
    â€œAh,” String said. “More sense. It is a spur moment thing. Would be like human female, walking down street, swinging her purse.”
    David was quiet.
    â€œSomething happened, then,” Mel said. “Something major happened between the time she was doing whatever weird thing she was doing out here with the kiddos. Yeah, I heard you, throwing them into the trees. And between the time she killed them. Miriam tell you how long they’d been dead before you found them?”
    â€œNinety hours.”
    â€œThis is Wednesday, then. She kill them Friday night?”
    â€œAfternoon or morning,” David said.
    â€œAnd when was she throwing them around?”
    â€œSunday.”
    â€œSo whatever it was happened between last Sunday afternoon and Friday morning.”
    â€œShe had to get the gun,” David Said. “It happened before Friday.”
    â€œI wonder what it was.”

ELEVEN
    The waiting room of Bellmini General was full, and the cacophony of distressed Elaki gave the air a frantic flavor. One Elaki moaned. The others politely turned away.
    David wondered if there was coffee this afternoon. He must be an addict to want coffee in this heat.
    Two pouchlings skittered in front of him and he stopped just in time. Another Elaki cried out and teetered sideways. The other Elaki turned away as one, only to find themselves facing a sick pouchling. Elaki hisses filled the air, as Elaki twisted and turned in doomed efforts of courtesy.
    The same blonde sat behind the reception desk. Her hair stuck up in clumps around her head, and her lipstick was worn and chewed. She spoke in soft, careful tones to an Elaki Mother-One who held a tiny pouchling.
    â€œYes, yes, ma’am.” Her voice was shaky. “We are giving proper priority. We’re shorthanded, excuse me, short on staff.” Her voice became tearful. “We’re usually not this busy Wednesday mornings . Yes, ma’am, yes … it would be good to plan for such things.” The blonde looked up and saw Mel over David’s shoulder. She flinched.
    â€œDoctor …” David frowned and looked at String. “What was that doctor’s name?”
    â€œAslanti,” String said. “Please to see the Aslanti, medical.”
    The blonde frowned. “You’ll have to wait.”
    Mel smiled with his teeth. “Sweetheart, just tell us if she’s on duty.”
    â€œYes. But she’s—”
    â€œGet me some coffee, will you, hon?”
    â€œI most certainly will not.” The blonde straightened her back and raised her chin.
    Mel grinned and led David and String through the swing doors to emergency.
    There was no television in the ER this afternoon. David leaned close to String.
    â€œWednesday a big day for Elaki accidents?”
    String drifted slightly sideways, the equivalent of an Elaki shrug. “Not for me to know the