"Which face?"
"The one where you inventory your own failures like a warehouse."
Harrison exhaled. "I nearly talked a gifted child out of warming up because he didn't look like our brochure."
"And then?"
"And then he played," Harrison said, "and the building had to rearrange its assumptions."
Margaret came in and sat on the arm of his chair. "Good buildings can do that. So can good people. Preferable if they do it before the child has to be extraordinary just to be believed."
"I know."