It didn't matter that he had quit. He was still one of the guilty. He had seen it in her eyes and in the eyes of others.
mall hands on each side of the mother and the feeling for which there were no words came through more strongly than ever before. Tiny voices tried to whisper within the corners of his mind, partially blotted, sometimes heard. The real things, the things of hate and fear and despair retreated beyond the bugle call that sounded somewhere.
"She will die," the voice said; one voice for two. "This part of her will die."
And then her voice came--as it had been once before when all of the world was young. "You must not be afraid, John. I have known for a long time--for they were a part of me. And you could not know for your mind was hiding and alone. I have seen ..."
He cried out and pulled his hands away. Sound died, the room was normal again. The milky, white eyes surveyed him, the hands remained locked securely over those of the mother. The thin carven features of the children were emotionless, waiting.
He strove for rational meaning within his brain. These are my
All scientists are blamed for the radioactivity after a (presumed) atomic explosion. A scientist who did not participate in the specific experiments is trying to cope with a dying wife and their twin sons who are deaf, dumb and blind but have some strange ability. Rather confusing ending.