"So you don't really have any control over it?" Cindy asked. "That's got to be a bitch to deal with. Puts a lot of extra strain on things, I'm sure."

She tried to sound casual, though her eyes were sympathetic. But Henry was a man with pride and she didn't think he'd want a lot of hand-wringing and 'oh noes' over this. "So this guy at Hopkins...? Some kind of suppressive gene therapy maybe? Now that it's been isolated?"