At six, Bethsabee had never spoken, never hugged. An autistic child, she had been confined to her room and was continually drugged. She avoided touching or looking at anyone, and when someone tried to touch her she stiffened. Crying was her only sign of feeling. One day, Bethsabee met a dog for the first time in her life. She stiffened, then briefly touched with animal with a block. Her eyes flickered for an instant: then she withdrew again to her blocks.