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〃How？〃
〃You get to touch the tiger。〃
〃Don't surprise me too much！〃
〃Did you ever look at a tiger？〃
She was glad he could ask the question。 〃No。 I remember a puma when I was little。 That's all they had at the zoo in Red Deer。 I think we better talk about this。〃
〃They're working on the tiger's tooth。 They have to put him to sleep。 If you want to； you can touch him。〃
〃Will there be a crowd； people waiting？〃
〃No。 No audience。 Warfield； me； a couple of people。 TV's ing in after we leave。 Want to do it？〃 An odd urgency in the question。
〃Hell fuzzy yes； I do！ Thank you 。 。 。 that's a fine surprise。〃
The van stopped。
〃Uh； how do I know he's sound asleep？〃
〃Tickle him。 If he laughs； run for it。〃
The floor of the treatment room felt like linoleum under Reba's shoes。 The room was cool with large echoes。 Radiant heat was ing from the far side。
A rhythmic shuffling of burdened feet and Dolarhyde guided her to one side until she felt the forked pressure of a corner。
It was in here now； she could smell it。
A voice。 〃Up； now。 Easy。 Down。 Can we leave the sling under him； Dr。 Warfield？〃
〃Yeah； wrap that cushion in one of the green towels and put it under his head。 I'll send John for you when we've finished。〃
Footsteps leaving。
She waited for Dolarhyde to tell her something。 He didn't。
〃It's in here；〃 she said。
〃Ten men carried it in on a sling。 It's big。 Ten feet。 Dr。 Warfield's listening to its heart。 Now he's looking under one eyelid。 Here he es。〃
A body damped the noise in front of her。
〃Dr。 Warfield； Reba MeClane；〃 Dolarhyde said。
She held out her hand。 A large； soft hand took it。
〃Thanks for letting me e；〃 she said。 〃It's a treat。〃
〃Glad you could e。 Enlivens my day。 We appreciate the film； by the way。〃
Dr。 Warfield's voice was middle…aged； deep； cultured； black。 Virginia； she guessed。
〃We're waiting to be sure his respiration and heartbeat are strong and steady before Dr。 Hassler starts。 Hassler's over there adjusting his head mirror。 Just between us； he only wears it to hold down his toupee。 e meet him。 Mr。 Dolarhyde？〃
〃You go ahead。〃
She put out her hand to Dolarhyde。 The pat was slow in ing； light when it came。 His palm left sweat on her knuckles。
Dr。 Warfield placed her hand on his arm and they walked forward slowly。
〃He's sound asleep。 Do you have a general impression 。 。 。 ？ I'll describe as much as you like。〃 He stopped； uncertain how to put it。
〃I remember pictures in books when I was a child； and I saw a puma once in the zoo near home。〃
〃This tiger is like a super puma；〃 he said。 〃Deeper chest； more massive head； and a heavier frame and musculature。 He's a four…year…old male Bengal。 He's about ten feet long； from his nose to the tip of his tail； and he weighs eight hundred and fifteen pounds。 He's lying on his right side under bright lights。〃
〃I can feel the lights。〃
〃He's striking； orange and black stripes； the orange is so bright it seems almost to bleed into the air around him。〃 Suddenly Dr。 Warfield feared that it was cruel to talk of colors。 A glance at her face reassured him。
〃He's six feet away； can you smell him？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Mr。 Dolarhyde may have told you； some dimwit poked at him through the barrier with one of our gardener's spades。 He snapped off the long fang on the upper left side on the blade。 Okay； Dr。 Hassler？〃
〃He's fine。 We'll give it another minute or two。〃
Warfield introduced the dentist to Reba。
〃My dear； you're the first pleasant surprise I've ever had from Frank Warfield；〃 Hassler said。 〃You might like to examine this。 It's a gold tooth； fang actually。〃 He put it in her hand。 〃Heavy； isn't it？ I cleaned up the broken tooth and took an impression several days ago； and today I'll cap it with this one。 I could have done it in white of course； but I thought this would be more fun。 Dr。 Warfield will tell you I never pass up an opportunity to show off。 He's too inconsiderate to let me put an advertisement on the cage。〃
She felt the taper； curve； and point with her sensitive battered fingers。 〃What a nice piece of work！〃 She heard deep； slow breathing nearby。
〃It'll give the kids a start when he yawns；〃 Hassler said。 〃And I don't think it'll tempt any thieves。 Now for the fun。 You're not apprehensive； are you？ Your muscular gentleman over there is watching us like a ferret。 He's not making you do this？〃
〃No！ No； I want to。〃
〃We're facing his back；〃 Dr。 Warfield said。 〃He's just sleeping away about two and a half feet from you； waist…high on a work table。 Tell you what： I'll put your left hand …you're right…handed aren't you？ … I'll put your left hand on the edge of the table and you can explore with your right。 Take your time。 I'll be right here beside you。〃
〃So will I；〃 Dr。 Hassler said。 They were enjoying this。 Under the hot lights her hair smelled like fresh sawdust in the sun。
Reba could feel the heat on the top of her head。 It made her scalp tingle。 She could smell her warm hair； Warfield's soap； alcohol and disinfectant； and the cat。 She felt a touch of faintness； quickly over。
She gripped the edge of the table and reached out tentatively until her fingers touched tips of fur； warm from the lights； a cooler layer and then a deep steady warmth from below。 She flattened her hand on the thick coat and moved it gently； feeling the fur slide across her palm； with and against the lay； felt the hide slide over the wide ribs as they rose and fell。
She gripped the pelt and fur sprang between her fingers。 In the very presence of the tiger her face grew pink and she lapsed into blindisms； inappropriate facial movements she had schooled herself against。
Warfield and Hassler saw her forget herself and were glad。 They saw her through a wavy window； a pane of new sensation she pressed her face against。
As he watched from the shadows； the great muscles in Dolarhyde's back quivered。 A drop of sweat bounced down his ribs。
〃The other side's all business；〃 Dr。 Warfield said close to her ear。 He led her around the table； her hand trailing down the tail。 A sudden constriction in Dolarhyde's chest as her fingers trailed over the furry testicles。 She cupped them and moved on。
Warfield lifted a great paw and put it in her hand。 She felt the roughness of the pads and smelled faintly the cage floor。 He pressed a toe to make the claw slide out。 The heavy； supple muscles of the shoulders filled her hands。
She felt the tiger's ears； the width of its head and； carefully； the veterinarian guiding her； touched the roughness of its tongue。 Hot breath stirred the hair on her forearms。
Last； Dr。 Warfield put the stethoscope in her ears。 Her hands on the rhythmic chest； her face upturned； she was filled with the tiger heart's bright thunder。
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Reba McClane was quiet； flushed； elated as they drove away。 She turned to Dolarhyde once and said slowly； 〃Thank you 。 。 。 very much。 If you don't mind； I would dearly love a martini。〃
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〃Wait here a minute；〃 Dolarhyde said as he parked in his yard。
She was glad they hadn't gone back to her apartment。 It was stale and safe。 〃Don't tidy up。 Take me in and tell me it's neat。〃
〃Wait here。〃
He carried in t