Show And Tell
As I moved toward the next bed, Abigail and Dad joined me. My nanny's face was contorted by a deep frown and I could tell from her expression she lost her argument with him. Abigail hated to lose.
"You've met Tosh, I see," Dad said. "And Elle?" He waved at the girl who smiled back. "You see now how we chose those who had no hope."
"I guess," I said, still feeling weird about it. "So, you were right then, huh?"
"About?" He paused at the foot of the next bed.
"It only works on disabled kids?"
Something flashed across his face. "Yes."
"And you know this how?" Abigail asked the question before I had the chance.
"We ran a limited test," he said. "On volunteers. Children of the program participants."
I wanted to throttle him. Nothing was sacred but his stupid project.
"No
