dad's eyes he knew it was a command. He turned around. Mr. Franklin was reaching for him. "Here, little man, come here to me," he said. "I'll hold you while your father signs the paper that will make us all millionaires." He reached out to pat Tommie on the head. Tommie wasn't very clear as to what a millionaire was, but he knew one thing—he didn't want Mr. Franklin patting him on the head. He squirmed away, toward his dad. Mr. Franklin reached for him surprisingly fast. In fact, his movement was so quick you could hardly see it. Tommie dodged again, and this time he was in a little panic. He felt that same repugnance he had felt for Mrs. Jones. He didn't want Mr. Franklin to touch him. But Mr. Franklin got him by the arm. He held hard, and it hurt, while Mr. Franklin was smiling with a sort of stiff mouth. "Now, now, come and sit on my lap, little man." Tommie tried to twist away. Mr. Franklin held hard. Tommie squirmed. He couldn't get loose from Mr. Franklin's grip. He squirmed harder. He broke free. That is, he projected himself to one side and looked at Mr. Franklin holding what was really his shell. Mr. Franklin was startled, but he didn't hesitate. "Oh, a schizo," he said, and something came into his face that was frightening. He snatched at Tommie's second self with one arm. He caught Tommie by the belt on his red linen pants and pulled the second one toward him. Tommie split again. Now he stood off to one side and watched, a little fearfully. Mr. Franklin was getting pretty angry. But Tommie's father spoke up. "Why not just let him go?" he said, and the way he said it, it was a command that he expected to be obeyed. Mr. Franklin looked up and slowly turned Tommie loose. Tommie straightened his belt and his three selves went back together. His father was handing the papers back to Mr. Franklin. "I've changed my mind," he said. "I'll take a chance on being a small business man." It was rather unpleasant for a few minutes, but Mr. Franklin left, with his papers in his pocket. Tommie's father was sitting back in the big chair with a half smile on his face. "So a phony makes Tommie split, eh." He chuckled. "Tommie's right. Not that I would blame any man for not particularly caring for children. That's a man's privilege. But I didn't like that ugly gleam in Franklin's eyes when he thought Tommie was going to interfere."