Chapter Twenty-TwoOstend, June 1977
The woman watched silently as the two boys watched yet more of their diet of televised images of war, of man's inhumanity to man, scenes of the h*******t, and she smiled to herself. The little boys had become almost totally desensitized to the sight and sound of human suffering. They had come to see death as an integral part of life, and the word, and the event itself, held no fear for them. That was as she wanted it.
Intellectually, they were developing just as she had predicted they would. They had the quickness of mind, the dexterity of hand, and the analytical skills typified by the man whose genes had joined with hers to create the boys. They had seen themselves as the perfect progenitors, the ideal standard on which future generations should be b
