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to her girlish affectations, her silly charms and wiles. But now, for the first time, he felt something new. He perceived the young woman behind all those superficial things. With her curly hair tumbling over her dirt-streaked forehead, she was the most beautiful person Matty had ever seen. And now she was talking to him in a way that was not foolish and childlike, designed to entrance, but instead was human and pained and adult. He felt suddenly that he loved her, and it was a feeling he had never known before.
    â€œIt’s about my father,” she said in a low voice.
    â€œHe’s changing, isn’t he?” Matty replied, startling himself, because he had not spelled it out in his mind before, had not said it aloud yet, yet here it was, and he was saying it to Jean. He felt an odd sense of relief.
    Jean began to cry softly. “Yes,” she said. “He has traded his deepest self.”
    â€œTraded?” That part took Matty by surprise because he had not thought it through to there. “Traded for what?” Matty asked in horror, and realized he was repeating the phrase from Trade Mart.
    â€œFor Stocktender’s widow,” she said, weeping. “He wanted her to love him, so he traded. He’s becoming taller and straighter. The bald spot at the back of his head has grown over with hair, Matty. His birthmark has disappeared.”
    Of course. That was it.
“I saw it,” Matty told her, “but I didn’t understand.” He put his arm around the sobbing girl.
    She caught her breath finally. “I didn’t know how lonely he was, Matty. If I had known . . .”
    â€œSo that’s why . . .” Matty was trying to sort through it in his head.
    â€œThe puppy. Once he would have loved a naughty puppy, Matty, the way he loved you when you were a raggedy boy. I knew it all for certain yesterday when he kicked the puppy. Till then I only suspected.” Jean wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and left another endearing streak of dirt.
    â€œAnd the petition!” Matty added, thinking of it suddenly.
    â€œYes. Father always welcomed new ones. It was the most wonderful part of Father, how he cared for everyone and tried to help them learn. But now . . .”
    They heard a loud whimpering from the shed, and a scratching sound.
    â€œLet him out, Jean, and I’ll take him home before your father gets back.”
    She went to the shed door, opened it, and though her face was tear-streaked now, she smiled at the eager, ungainly puppy who bounded forth, jumped into Matty’s arms, and licked his cheeks. The white tail was a whir.
    â€œI need time to think,” Matty said, subduing the puppy with a rhythmic scratch below his chin.
    â€œWhat’s to think about? There’s nothing to be done. Trades are forever. Even if a stupid thing like a Gaming Machine breaks down, or if you tire of it—you don’t get to reverse.”
    He wondered if he should tell her. She had seen the effect of his power on the puppy and its mother, but hadn’t understood. Now, if he chose, perhaps he could explain. But he was uncertain about this. He did not know how far his power went and he did not want to promise this beloved girl something impossible. To repair a man’s soul and deepest heart—to reverse an irreversible trade—might be far, far more than Matty could possibly undertake.
    So he stayed silent, and took his lively puppy away.
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    â€œLook! He sits now when I tell him to.” Then Matty groaned and said, “Oh, sorry.”
    When would he ever learn to stop saying “Look” to a man who had no eyes?
    But the blind man laughed. “I don’t need to be able to look. I can hear that he sits. The sounds of his feet stop. And I don’t feel his teeth on my shoes.”
    â€œHe’s smart, I think,” Matty said optimistically.
    â€œYes, I think you’re right. He’s a good