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Caroline jumps. She jumps with her hind legs out straight, one in front and one in back. She runs in circles and jumps again. Dmitri catches her.
"No, no," Mr. Privitera says. "Not like that. Promenade en couronne, attitude, arabesque efface. Now the lift. Dimitri, you are handling her like a sack of grain. Like this."
Mr. Privitera picks up Caroline. My ears raise. But Mr. Privitera is safe. Mr. Privitera can touch Caroline. Dmitri can touch Caroline. Carlos can touch Caroline.
Dmitri says, "It's the damn dog. How am I supposed to learn the part with him staring at me, ready to tear me from limb to limb? How the hell am I supposed to concentrate?"
John Cole sits next to me. John says, "Dmitri, there's no chance Angel will attack you. His biochip is state-of-the-art programming. I told you. If you're in his 'safe' directory, you'd have to actually attack Caroline yourself before Angel would act, unless Caroline told you otherwise. There's no real danger to break your concentration."
Dmitri says, "And what if I drop her accidentally? How do I know that won't look like an attack to that dog?"
Caroline sits down. She looks at John. She looks at Dmitri. She does not look at me. She smiles.
John says, "A drop is not an attack. Unless Caroline screams -- and we all know she never does, no matter what the injury -- there's no danger. Believe me."
"I don't," Dmitri says.
Everybody stands quiet.
Mr. Privitera says, "Caroline, dear, let me drop you. Stand up. Ready -- lift."
Caroline smells surprised. She stands. Mr. Privitera picks up Caroline. She jumps a little. He picks her up over his head. She falls down hard. My ears raise. Caroline does not scream. She is not hurt. Mr. Privitera is safe. Caroline said Mr. Privitera is safe.
"See?" Mr. Privitera says. He breathes hard. "No danger. Positions, please. Promenade en couronne, attitude, arabesque efface, lift."
Dmitri picks up Caroline. The music gets loud. John says in my ear, "Angel -- did Caroline go away from her house last night?"
"Yes," I say.
"Where did Caroline go?"
"Left four blocks, right one block. Caroline gave money."
"The bakery," John says. "Did she go away to any more places, or did she go home?"
"Caroline goes home last night."
"Did anyone come to Caroline's house last night?"
"No people come to Caroline's house last night."
"Thank you," John says. He pats me. I feel happy.
Caroline looks at us. A woman ties a long cloth on Caroline's waist. The woman gives Caroline a piece of wood. Yesterday I ask John what the wood is. Yesterday John says it is a fan. The music starts, faster. Caroline does not jump. Yesterday Caroline jumps with the fan.
"Caroline?" Mr. Privitera says. "Start here, dear."
Caroline jumps. She still looks at John. He looks at me.
Some woman here smells of yogurt and a bitch collie in heat.
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Caroline opens the bedroom door. She comes out. She wears jeans on her hind legs. She wears a hat on her head. It covers all her fur. She walks to the door. She says to me, "Stay, you old fleabag. You hear me? Stay!"
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Dancing on Air
Science FictionThis novella was a Hugo and Nebula nominee twenty years ago. I lost both to Charles Sheffield -- whom I married five years later. Life sometimes really is just as strange as fiction.