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Author: Smith, Richard R.
Language: English
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    _Richard R. Smith has been writing SF since 1949, "except for the
    year that I spent climbing up and down hills in Korea." Former
    office manager for a construction company, and a chess enthusiast,
    he now writes full time and adds, "My main ambition in life is to
    write SF for the next forty years!"_


 _by ... Richard R. Smith_

 There are many ways--murder included--in which husbands
 can settle certain problems. This was even more drastic!

George stood by the fireplace, his features twisted into a grimace.
"It's hell, I tell you. A living hell."

I sipped my drink and tried to think of a subtle way to change the
subject. I didn't like to hear a person's personal problems and every
time I visited George, he invariably complained about Helen. If it had
been anyone else, I might have thought it wasn't entirely Helen's fault,
but George and I had been roommates in college and I knew him like a
brother. He was a person who got along with almost everyone.
Intelligent, easy-going and likeable.

He lifted his glass and glared at me as if I were the guilty party.
"She's a worry-wart," he continued. "A hypochondriac, a neurotic, an
escapist, and a communist." He studied the ceiling thoughtfully. "And
sometimes I think she's a little crazy."

I tried to calm him, "Don't worry about it. If things get worse, get a

"Divorce, ha! She wouldn't give me a divorce if--"

The door opened.

Helen smiled half-heartedly, her pale face quickly resuming its unhappy
expression as if it tired her facial muscles when she smiled. "Hello,
Ed. Nice to see you again."

"Hello, Helen." I glanced at George and noticed he had closed his eyes
as if the sight of his wife was unbearable. His lower lip was white
where he gripped it with his teeth and I silently hoped he wouldn't draw

Helen sank into a chair and raised her skirt to reveal her right leg.
"Did George tell you about my legs?" she inquired. She stroked the leg
affectionately. "Arthritis. George grafted a new one on for me. Feels
ten times better."

My face blanched. The idea of replacing body parts from Banks didn't
nauseate me. If a man is in an automobile accident and loses an arm, and
that arm can be replaced, I think that's marvelous. What sickened me
were the people who actually _enjoyed_ having a part of their body
replaced with a part from a criminal or corpse.

"No." I sat down. My knees were weak. I felt short of breath. "George
didn't tell me. I--"

She interrupted with details of the operation. The details and list of
her other ailments lasted half an hour, during which George drank
steadily and I waited for a lull so I could glance at my watch and say
something about being late for an appointment.

I saw George several times during the next few weeks. Never at his
house. I didn't visit him on my own initiative because Helen, as I had
seen during my last visit, had passed from the stage of being unpleasant
and reached the stage of being unbearable. I didn't want to be around
her or listen to her, and George must have realized my feelings because
he didn't invite me to his house for some time.

But both of us had a habit of stopping at a club on the outskirts of
town and we met there often. Each time we met, George complained. Each
time, he seemed to drink more and complain more.

I worried about his job. He was a surgeon--one of the best--and a
surgeon needs good nerves and steady hands when he performs delicate

I urged him to get a divorce, but he said he didn't want one. "I love
Helen," he said one time. "Well, I don't exactly love _Helen_, but I
love her body. It's like the old saying about marrying a girl because
she's pretty is like picking a rose by looking at the stem. We're all
different, you know, and we all have different tastes. When I first saw
Helen-- Well, she's just right for me. To me, she looks as good as
Marilyn Monroe looks to the average man. I like having her around. I'd
be lost without her, but at the same time, she's changed so damned much,
she makes me sick."

And there it was. He still wanted Helen but she had changed into a
personality that he hated. Over a period of years, she had changed into
a morbid hypochondriac, an unpleasant woman who enjoyed--more than
anything else--such things as having one of her legs replaced and
sampling the latest pills and drugs. George said he had tried to get her
to see a psychiatrist but she refused. And you can't have a person
committed to a mental institution because they have an unpleasant

It seemed as if there was no solution to his problem.

       *       *       *       *       *

Then, late one evening, I received a phone call from George. "Come over
and have a few drinks," he said. "We'll have a party! Helen's changed.
You should see her!"

I was interested in his problem, so I went.

Helen greeted me at the door and I had the surprise of my life. At one
time, she had been beautiful, but she had faded during the past few
years. By staying indoors, she had grown pale, listless. As her
personality changed, it had also changed her features, and her eyes had
developed a sleepy, lifeless look, and deep lines had formed on her

But the Helen who greeted me that night was not like that. Her face had
a healthy flush, her eyes sparkled and she seemed vibrant, bubbling ...
just like the Helen I had known so long ago.

George and I had a good time that night. He laughed and joked for the
first time in months. We drank, talked, played chess, and then drank and
talked some more.

Every now and then, Helen would float by, a gorgeous creature, laughing
at George's jokes, mixing our drinks, and smiling at George as if he
were the most wonderful man in the world.

When I couldn't bear it any longer, I whispered, "What happened?"

George drained his glass and shouted across the room, "Come here,

She came.

George said, "Promise not to tell anyone? It's very important."

I couldn't imagine his reason for asking me that, but I said, "I

"Well," George explained, "I can't take all the credit. I'm a fairly
good surgeon, but Lucas had the hardest job. We did it together. Do you
know Lucas? He's an electrical engineer ... _a genius_. He designed that
electronic calculator at--"

"Show him," Helen interrupted. "_Show him!_" She was giggling, laughing,
almost jumping up and down with joy. I thought: _She's her old self
again, cheerful, bubbling over ..._

George said, "I finally realized what she needed more than anything
else ..."

He raised Helen's soft brown hair and opened a small panel in the back
of her head. In the recess was a maze of tubes and electrical wiring.

"She needed a new head," George said.

Transcriber's Note:

    This etext was produced from _Fantastic Universe_ August 1958.
    Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
    copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and
    typographical errors have been corrected without note.

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