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eating, Andrew,” his mother said.
      Peter came into the room. "Morning. Ender. Thanks for leaving your slimy washcloth in the middle of the shower.”
      “Just for you,” Ender murmured.
      "Andrew, you have to eat.”
      Ender held out his wrists, a gesture that said, So feed it to me through a needle.
      “Very funny.” Mother said. "I try to be concerned, but it makes no difference to my genius children.”
      “It was all your genes that made us, Mom.” said Peter. "We sure didn't get any from Dad.”
      “I heard that,” Father said, not looking up from the news that was being displayed on the table while he ate.
      "It would've been wasted if you hadn't.”
      The table beeped. Someone was at the door.
      “Who is it?” Mother asked.
      Father thumbed a key and a man appeared on the video. He was wearing the only military uniform that meant anything anymore, the I.F., the International Fleet.
      “I thought it was over,” said Father.
      Peter said nothing, just poured milk over his cereal.
      And Ender thought, Maybe I won't have to go to school today after all.
      Father coded the door open and got up from the table. “I'll see to it,” he said. "Stay and eat.”
      They stayed, but they didn't eat. A few moments later, Father came back into the room and beckoned to Mother.
     
      “You're in deep poo,” said Peter. "They found out what you did to Stilson, and now they're gonna make you do time out in the Belt.”
      "I'm only six, moron. I'm a juvenile.”
      "You're a Third, turd. You've got no rights.”
      Valentine came in, her hair in a sleepy halo around her face. "Where's Mom and Dad? I'm too sick to go to school.”
      “Another oral exam, huh?” Peter said.
      “Shut up, Peter,” said Valentine.
      “You should relax and enjoy it,” said Peter. "It could be worse.”
      "I don't know how.”
      "It could be an anal exam.”
      “Hyuk hyuk,” Valentine said. "Where are Mother and Father?”
      "Talking to a guy from I.F.”
      Instinctively she looked at Ender. After all, for years they had expected someone to come and tell them that Ender had passed, that Ender was needed.
      “That's right, look at him,” Peter said. “But it might he me, you know. They might have realized I was the best of the lot after all.” Peter's feelings were hurt, and so he was being a snot, as usual.
      The door opened. “Ender,” said Father, "you better come in here.”
      “Sorry, Peter,” Valentine taunted.
      Father glowered. "Children, this is no laughing matter.”
      Ender followed Father into the parlor. The I.F. officer rose to his feet when they entered, but he did not extend a hand to Ender.
      Mother was twisting her wedding band on her finger. “Andrew,” she said. "I never thought you were the kind to get in a fight.”
      “The Stilson boy is in the hospital,” Father said. "You really did a number on him. With your shoe, Ender, that wasn't exactly fair.”
      Ender shook his head. He had expected someone from the school to come about Stilson, not an officer of the fleet. This was more serious than he had thought. And yet he couldn't think what else he could have done.
     
      “Do you have any explanation for your behavior, young man?” asked the officer.
      Ender shook his head again. He didn't know what to say, and he was afraid to reveal himself to be any more monstrous than his actions had made him out to be. I'll take it, whatever the punishment is, he thought. Let's get it over with.
      “We're willing to consider extenuating circumstances,” the officer said. "But I must tell you it doesn't look good. Kicking him in the groin, kicking him repeatedly in the face and body when he was down-- sounds like you really enjoyed it.”
      “I didn't,” Ender whispered.
      "Then why did you do it?”
      “He had his gang there,” Ender said.
      "So? This excuses anything?”
      "No.”
      "Tell me why you kept on kicking him. You