Room by Age
DR. DELAWARE APPROACHED me with his hands behind his back. An air of arrogance enveloped him everywhere he went.
“The five-year-olds are screaming again,” he informed me.
I sighed and went to the five-year-old storage. I peeked through the window. Sure enough, all of them were screaming.
I turned to Dr. Delaware. “What did you do?” I asked him.
He smiled, displaying a row of yellow teeth. “I only tapped on the glass,” he said.
I pulled him away from the door by his upper arm. He looked at me, shocked at my action.
“They have very sensitive hearing,” I whispered. “Tapping on the glass for them is like firing a shotgun to us.”
“Well, I had no idea,” Dr. Delaware said. His wicked smile told me differently, however.
There were twelve of them. All five years old, all transf
