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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 had already won.”
      "Knocking him down won the first fight. I wanted to win all the next ones, too, right then, so they'd leave me alone." Ender couldn't help it, he was too afraid, too ashamed of his own acts: though he tried not to, he cried again. Ender did not like to cry and rarely did; now, in less than a day, he had done it three times. And each time was worse. To cry in front of his mother and father and this military man, that was shameful. "You took away the monitor," Ender said. "I had to take care of myself, didn't I?”
        "Ender, you should have asked a grown-up for help," Father began.
      But the officer stood up and stepped across the room to Ender. He held out his hand. "My name is Graff. Ender. Colonel Hyrum Graff. I'm director of primary training at Battle School in the Belt. I've come to invite you to enter the school.”
      After all. "But the monitor--”
      "The final step in your testing was to see what would happen if the monitor comes off. We don't always do it that way, but in your case--”
      "And I passed?”
      Mother was incredulous. "Putting the Stilson boy in the hospital? What would you have done if Andrew had killed him, given him a medal?”
      "It isn't what he did, Mrs. Wiggin. It's why." Colonel Graff handed her a folder full of papers. "Here are the requisitions. Your son has been cleared by the I.F. Selective Service. Of course we already have your consent, granted in writing at the time conception was confirmed, or he could not have been born. He has been ours from then, if he qualified.”
      Father's voice was trembling as he spoke. "It's not very kind of you, to let us think you didn't want him, and then to take him after all.”
      "And this charade about the Stilson boy," Mother said.
      "It wasn't a charade, Mrs. Wiggin. Until we knew what Ender's