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stuck right out of the paper and had shadows. He had never drawn anything like
this before.

He finished. Deej brought him a cup with water in it, then looked at his
picture
without asking and dropped the water. The water splashed on Deej's sandals.
Some
hit Morgan's hiking boots, but most of it hit the rug.

"Miss Deej," said Morgan.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh, I'm sorry, Morgan," she said, breathing like a dog on a hot
day. "I'll get you another."

"Miss Deej, you having a seizure?" he asked.

"Well, maybe, yes, maybe," she said, and ran into the sink-fridge-test room.

Today was definitely not like other days. Morgan had never seen Deej upset
before.

When she came back, she handed him the water without spilling any and said,
"Morgan, who is that a picture of?"

"I don't know. One of the insiders did it."

"Which insider?"

"Now, Miss Deej," said Clift, "you know it would be unprofessional of us to
discuss our case with the secretary."

"Oh, come on, Clift," said Deej. "I'm not asking you for a diagnosis or even
intimate personal details. I was just wondering which one of you did it."

Clift thought that over, and said, "Well, the truth is, Miss Deej, we can't
tell
you which insider. Somebody new is all we know."
"Do you know who the man in the picture is?"

"Do you?" asked Mishka in her little baby girl voice. She thought it was a
game.
She was three and thought most things were games.

"Do you?" Deej repeated.

"I asked you first," said Mishka.

"I asked you second, and two is bigger than one."

"Well, I don't know," Mishka said, but at the same time the left hand was