“In an institution.""Like a foster home?""Like a jail.""Oh." He got up, busied himself with loading the dishwasher for a minute. "You ever wonder about it? Who your father was?" he asked over his shoulder."No.""I do," he said, coming back to the table. "All my mother could tell me was that he had a very high IQ. It was a special sperm bank. Very expensive. She had it done in Switzerland.""You already got all you're going to get from him," I told the kid."What do you mean?""The color of your eyes, your hair, maybe your height, I don't know. Physical characteristics. And your basic intelligence. Some hard–wired personality traits, stuff like that.""What's 'hard–wired'?""You know how some folks have a basically happy temperament, some are more stubborn than others…like that. Nothing major.""You mean that?""It's true. You can pass along DNA, but not behavior, understand? Blue eyes, blond hair…sure. But if a rapist and a murderer got together and made a baby, and if that baby got raised by ...good citizens, the kid would be one too, see?MoreLessShow More Show Less
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