"Don't you think it matters?"
"Yes, I suppose it does. He told me he could do a good technical job--leave us with regular features and unblemished skins."
"That isn't what I want," she said fiercely. "I don't want the kind of regular features that come out of physiology books. I want my own features. I don't care so much about the voice, but I want my own face back!"
"That's a lot to ask for. Hasn't he done enough for us?"
"No. Nothing counts unless I have that. Do--do you think that I'm being silly?"
"I don't want to be beautiful, because I know you don't want me to be."
He sounded amazed. "Whoever told you that?"
"Do you think that after living with you for two years, I don't know? If you had wanted a beautiful wife, you'd have married one. Instead, you chose me. You wanted to be the good-looking one of the family. You're vain, Fred. Don't try to deny it, because it would be no u