second line under âNo: Pâs, Bâs, Sâs.â âDoes this have something to do with my qualifications for raising a child?â Nina asked.
âItâs just part of our standard interview,â Dr. Crossman replied. âDo you have a will?â
âNo.â
âWho would your heirs be if you did?â
âExcuse me Dr. Crossman, but I donât see the relevance of this.â
âNo?â He leaned toward her across the desk; she expected to smell honey, but detected tooth decay instead. âWhat if something happened to you, for example. Who would be responsible for the child?â
Nina hadnât thought about that. âIs it necessary to decide now?â
âNo. Itâs just one of the factors. Are you a college graduate?â
âYes.â
âWhatâs your degree in?â
âIâve got a B.A. in French Literature.â
âFrom where?â
âBarnard.â
âDo you remember your SAT scores?â
âNot exactly.â
âApproximately?â
âThey were good. I donât know the numbers.â
âWe can get hold of them, I suppose. Repeat the following in reverse orderâfive, seventeen, thirty-six, nine, twenty-three.â
âWhy?â
He looked severe, as severe as a man could in a pointed green hat covered with silver moons. âItâs part of the interview, Ms. Kitchener.â
âTwenty-three, nine, thirty-six, seventeen, five,â Nina said, before she forgot. âI donât see that this applies.â
He opened his desk drawer and took out a sheet of paper showing five different geometric figures. âWhich one doesnât belong?â he said.
âThat one. Are you testing my IQ, Dr. Crossman?â
âNot exactly, Ms. Kitchener. But perhaps Dr. Berry didnât explain to you that all HFI sperm is donated by men of exceptional accomplishment in their fields. Iâm not giving away any corporate secrets when I tell you that more than a dozen of our donors are Nobel Prize winnersâand not just in physics, chemistry and medicine, weâre more broadminded than that. One of our donors won the Nobel Prize for literature.â He paused for Nina to ask who. When she didnât, he went on. âNaturally, Iâm not at liberty to reveal any names.â
âIt wasnât Henrik Pontoppidan, by any chance?â
âI beg your pardon?â
âThe winner in 1917.â That was all Nina knew about him. Henrik Pontoppidan had been one of her fatherâs favorite names, along with Mongo Santamaria and Cotton Mather. He had invoked them to record surprise or disgust, the way other people swear.
âThe technology did not exist at that time,â Dr. Crossman said. âBut I assure you that our man is rather more celebrated than the one you refer to. My point is that while we are not really testing you, it is one of the goals of HFI, given the caliber of our donors, that their â¦â Dr. Crossman searched for the remainder of the subordinate clause.
âThat their seed not be wasted?â Nina asked.
âPrecisely.â Dr. Crossmanâs long fingers moved toward the box of pastilles, reconsidered, retreated. âIt says here youâre president of something called Kitchener and Best. What is that?â
âWeâre publishing consultants.â
âSuccessful ones?â
âAre you thinking of employing us, Dr. Crossman?â
He gave her the stern look again, then decided she was making a joke and briefly shaped his lips in the form of a smile. The rest of his face retained the stern look. âWhat were your personal earnings last year?â
âNo concern of yours, Dr. Crossman.â Nina stood up. âI donât think this is going to work,â she said.
To her surprise, Dr. Crossman rose too, anxiously brushing his hair. His hand encountered the party hat. âChrist,â he said,