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eyes full of doubt.
"This is your big chance, your best chance,
Janet. Maybe, your last chance," she muttered
and left the office.
Now I sat gazing at the bookcase, the pictures
on her desk, the letters in frames congratulating
her on her performance as an administrator in our
upstate New York child welfare agency. Bored
with the things decorating Mrs. McGuire's office,
I turned around in my chair to stare out the
windows. It was a sunny spring day. I sighed as I
looked out at the trees, their shiny green leaves
and budding blossoms calling to me. Everything
was growing like weeds because of the heavy
spring rain, and I could tell Philip, the groundskeeper,
wasn't very happy to be mowing; the
endless lawns so early in the season. His face was
screwed up in a scowl and I could- just imagine
him grumbling about the grass coming up so fast
this year, you could watch it grow. Ror a moment I
drifted away in the monotonous sound of Philip's
lawnmower and the dazzling sunlight streaming
in through the windows. I forgot I was in Mrs.
McGuire's office, forgot I was slouching with my
eyes closed.
I tried to remember my real mother, but my
earliest memories are of being in an orphanage. I
was in one other beside this one, then I got
transfered here when I was nearly seven. I'm
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almost thirteen now, but even I would admit that
I look no more than nine, maybe ten. Because I
couldn't remember my real mother. Tommy Turner
said I was probably one of those babies that
doctors make in a laboratory.
"I bet you were born in a test tube and that's
why you're so small. Something went wrong with
the experiment," he'd said as we left the dining
hall last night. The other kids all thought he was
very clever and laughed at his joke. Laughed at
me.
"Janet's mother and father were test tubes,"
they taunted.
"No," Tommy said. "Her father was a syringe and her mother was a test tube."
"Who named her Janet then?" Margaret asked
doubtfully.
Tommy had to think.
"That was the name of her lab technician, Janet
Taylpr, so they gave her that name," he answered,
and from the look on their faces, I could tell the