In her mind, she ran through the way the sperm had looked under the doctor’s microscope. They lay there lifeless. Plain as day, you could see there were millions of them. They were stacked there as thick as salt fish on those old archival photographs of flakes, but the trouble was, none of these sperm she looked at wiggled or thrashed or moved at all. Like the fish on those flakes, actually. And it wasn’t supposed to be like that, for sperm. “There’s lots of them there all right,” the doctor said, “but look, none of them wiggle. They’re motionless. Also, some have two heads. You want to look, Mr. Buffett?” “No thanks, I don’t want to look, I believe you,” said Cecil, “and I’m not scientifically inclined.” “He’s in business,” said Kiziah. She could hardly blame Cecil for not looking. Who’d want to see that, all those lifeless sperm that came pulsing out of his own body? She wouldn’t want to look, if she was the source of the problem. “Two heads. That’s bad?”
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