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She
thought
of
the
boy
’
s
features
as
an
exquisite
distillation
out
of
random
patterns
—
endless
queues
of
happenstance
meeting
at
this
nexus
.
The
thought
made
her
want
to
kneel
beside
the
bed
and
take
her
son
in
her
arms
,
but
she
was
inhibited
by
Yueh
’
s
presence
.
She
stepped
back
,
closed
the
door
softly
.
Yueh
had
returned
to
the
window
,
unable
to
bear
watching
the
way
Jessica
stared
at
her
son
.
Why
did
Wanna
never
give
me
children
?
he
asked
himself
.
I
know
as
a
doctor
there
was
no
physical
reason
against
it
.
Was
there
some
Bene
Gesserit
reason
?
Was
she
,
perhaps
,
instructed
to
serve
a
different
purpose
?
What
could
it
have
been
?
She
loved
me
,
certainly
.
For
the
first
time
,
he
was
caught
up
in
the
thought
that
he
might
be
part
of
a
pattern
more
involuted
and
complicated
than
his
mind
could
grasp
.
Jessica
stopped
beside
him
,
said
:
“
What
delicious
abandon
in
the
sleep
of
a
child
.
”
He
spoke
mechanically
:
“
If
only
adults
could
relax
like
that
.
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
Where
do
we
lose
it
?
”
he
murmured
.
She
glanced
at
him
,
catching
the
odd
tone
,
but
her
mind
was
still
on
Paul
,
thinking
of
the
new
rigors
in
his
training
here
,
thinking
of
the
differences
in
his
life
now
—
so
very
different
from
the
life
they
once
had
planned
for
him
.
