Chapter Eight Page 4
Bennett: Speaking of things you can’t see . . .
This kid must have snuck in behind you.
You can’t be in here, child. I am not a nanny statesman. Get it? ‘Nanny statesman’, because–
Walker’s Being: –it’s a pun on one of your talking points. I get it. Legally, I’m classed as a service animal. You can’t send me away. I thought you would be used to Beings in the form of children by now.
Bennett: What? No! Why would you think that? Where would I ever have seen something like that?!
Walker’s Being: So you haven’t even looked at the pictures?
Bennett: . . . Pictures?
Walker: The images of the Rabbit in news stories about the South Station incident. It has consistently taken the form of a female African-American child, appearing no more than seven years of age.
Bennett: Wait, how did you know she was black?
Walker’s Being: Visual identification is one of the services I provide.
Walker: Even knowing that Beings are shape-changers, most people will feel greater sympathy for it in a form like this. It’s a clever ploy. Whoever her Master is, he clearly knows what he’s doing.
Bennett: Um, yes . . . Real genius, that guy.