“And if it were possible? Would it be bad or good?”
“Bad, of course,” I said. “I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to say… You can get cut in half. That’s really bad. You can get sick; it’s called split personality. That’s bad too, but that can be corrected.”
“Does it hurt?” The Little One asked.
We stepped onto the landing strip. Tom was rolling toward us, pushing the ball in front of him and happily flashing the signal lights.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “You’re great as one.”
“No, I am not,” The Little One objected, but then, Tom came close, and fun began in earnest.
Questions poured out of The Little One like hail. I could barely keep up with answering. Tom barely kept up with carrying out commands. The ball barely touched the ground. And only The Little
