Deborah grabbed her bag off the floor, and dumped its contents onto the bed. "This is what I got about my mother," she said. There were videotapes, a tattered English dictionary, a diary, a genetics textbook, many scientific journal articles, patent records, and unsent greeting cards, including several birthday and Mother's Day cards she'd bought for Henrietta.
While she sorted through the pile, as though she was saying something as everyday as It's supposed to rain tomorrow, Deborah said, "Scientists do all kinds of experiments and you never know what they doin. I still wonder how many people they got in London walkin around look just like my mother."
"What?" I said. "Why would there be women in London who look like your mother?"
"They did that cloning on my mother over there," she said, surprised I hadn't come across that fact in my research. "A reporter came here from England talking about they cloned a sheep. Now you go on the Internet, they got stuff about cloning my mother all over." She held up an article from the Independent in London and pointed at a circled paragraph: "Henrietta Lacks's cells thrived. In weight, they now far surpassed the person of their origin and there would probably be more than sufficient to populate a village of Henriettas." The writer joked that Henrietta should have put ten dollars in the bank in 1951, because if she had, her clones would be rich now.
Deborah raised her eyebrows at me like, See? I told you!
I started saying it was just Henrietta's cells scientists had cloned, not Henrietta herself. But Deborah waved her hand in my face, shushing me like I was talking nonsense, then grabbed a videocassette and held it up for me to see. It said Jurassic Park on the spine.
"I saw this movie a bunch of times," she said. "They talking about the genes and taking them from cells to bring that dinosaur back to life and I'm like, Oh Lord, I got a paper on how they were doin that with my mother's cells too!
"I don't know what I'd do if I saw one of my mother clones walkin around somewhere."
Deborah realized Jurassic Park was science fiction, but for her the line between sci-fi and reality had blurred years earlier, when her father got that first call saying Henrietta's cells were still alive twenty-five years after her death. Deborah knew her mother's cells had grown like the Blob until there were so many of them they could wrap around the Earth several times. It sounded crazy, but it was true.
"You just never know," Deborah said, fishing two more articles from the pile. One was called Human, Plant Cells Fused: Walking Carrots Next? The other was Man-Animal Cells Bred in Lab. Both were about her mother's cells, and neither was science fiction.
"I don't know what they did," Deborah said, "but it all sound like Jurassic Park to me."
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Excerpted from The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. Copyright ?? 2010 by Rebecca Skloot. Published by Crown Publishers, a division of Random House, Inc.