Freak is riding in the back, you can barely see him in the window, and he’s got this big grin that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay, the way everybody keeps saying. I go, “Is it okay if I carry him inside?” and the Fair Gwen says, “Of course.” “He has to rest,” she says. “He stays in the house until I say different, is that understood?” In his room, Freak is right away ordering me around, bring me this and go do that, and you’d never guess he’s been sick. “A minor incident,” he says. “Easily corrected by biogenic intervention.” “You mean that robot stuff?” Freak goes, “Sssssh! The Fair Gwen must not know of the plan. The very idea strikes fear into her heart.” “Well it is pretty scary,” I say, “getting an operation to give you a whole new body.” “I’m not scared,”
