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Button Button CommonLit Answer Key
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By Richard Matheson (1926-2013). He was an American author known for his fantasy, horror, and science fiction
stories. He wrote sixteen episodes of the classic television show.
The package was lying by the front door — a cube-shaped carton sealed with tape, their name and address printed by hand: “Mr. and Mrs.
Arthur Lewis, 217 E. Thirty-seventh Street, New York, New York 10016.” Norma picked it up, unlocked the door, and went into the apartment.
It was just getting dark.
After she put the lamb chops in the broiler, she sat down to open the package.
Inside the carton was a push-button unit fastened to a small wooden box. A glass dome covered the button. Norma tried to lift it off, but it was locked in place.
She turned the unit over and saw a folded piece of paper Scotch-taped to the bottom of the box. She pulled it off: “Mr. Steward will call on you at 8:00 P.M.”
Norma put the button unit beside her on the couch. She reread the typed note, smiling.
A few moments later, she went back into the kitchen to make the salad.
The doorbell rang at eight o’clock. “I’ll get it,” Norma called from the kitchen. Arthur was in the living room, reading.
There was a small man in the hallway. He removed his hat as Norma opened the door.
“Mrs. Lewis?” he inquired politely.
“I’m Mr. Steward.”
“Oh, yes.” Norma repressed a smile. She was sure now it was a sales pitch.
“May I come in?” asked Mr. Steward.
“I’m rather busy,” Norma said, “I’ll get you your whatchamacallit, though.” She started to turn.
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
Norma turned back. Mr. Steward’s tone had been offensive. “No, I don’t think so,” she replied.
“It could prove very valuable,” he told her.
“Monetarily?” she challenged.
Mr. Steward nodded. “Monetarily,” he said.
Norma frowned. She didn’t like his attitude. “What are you trying to sell?” she asked.
“I’m not selling anything,” he answered.
Arthur came out of the living room. “Something wrong?”
Mr. Steward introduced himself.
“Oh, the — ” Arthur pointed toward the living room and smiled. “What is that gadget anyway?”
“It won’t take long to explain,” replied Mr. Steward. “May I come in?”
“If you’re selling something — ,” Arthur said.
Mr. Steward shook his head. “I’m not.”
Arthur looked at Norma. “Up to you,” she said.
He hesitated. “Well, why not?” he said.
They went into the living room and Mr. Steward sat in Norma’s chair. He reached into an inside coat pocket and withdrew a small sealed envelope. “Inside here is a key to the bell-unit dome,” he said. He set the envelope on the chair-side table. “The bell is connected to our office.”
“What’s it for?” asked Arthur.
“If you push the button,” Mr. Steward told him, “somewhere in the world someone you don’t know will die. In return for which you will receive a payment of $50,000.”
Norma stared at the small man. He was smiling.
“What are you talking about?” Arthur asked him.
Mr. Steward looked surprised. “But I’ve just explained,” he said.
“Is this a practical joke?” asked Arthur.
“Not at all. The offer is completely genuine.”2
“You aren’t making sense,” Arthur said. “You expect us to believe — ”
“Whom do you represent?” demanded Norma.
Mr. Steward looked embarrassed. “I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to tell you that,” he said. “However, I assure you, the organization is of international scope.”
“I think you’d better leave,” Arthur said, standing.
Mr. Steward rose. “Of course.”
“And take your button unit with you.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t care to think about it for a day or so?”
Arthur picked up the button unit and the envelope and thrust them into Mr. Steward’s hands. He walked into the hall and pulled open the door.
“I’ll leave my card,” said Mr. Steward. He placed it on the table by the door.
When he was gone, Arthur tore it in half and tossed the pieces onto the table.
Norma was still sitting on the sofa. “What do you think it was?” she asked.
“I don’t care to know,” he answered.
She tried to smile but couldn’t. “Aren’t you curious at all?”
“No.” He shook his head.
After Arthur returned to his book, Norma went back to the kitchen and finished washing the dishes.
“Why won’t you talk about it?” Norma asked.
Arthur’s eyes shifted as he brushed his teeth. He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
“Doesn’t it intrigue you?”
“It offends me,” Arthur said.
“I know, but” — Norma rolled another curler in her hair — “doesn’t it intrigue you, too?”
“You think it’s a practical joke?” she asked as they went into the bedroom.
“If it is, it’s a sick one.”
Norma sat on her bed and took off her slippers. “Maybe it’s some kind of psychological research.” Arthur shrugged. “Could be.”
“Maybe some eccentric5 millionaire is doing it.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Arthur shook his head.
“Because it’s immoral,” he told her.
Norma slid beneath the covers. “Well, I think it’s intriguing,” she said.
Arthur turned off the lamp and leaned over to kiss her. “Good night,” he said.
“Good night.” She patted his back.
Norma closed her eyes. Fifty thousand dollars, she thought.
In the morning, as she left the apartment, Norma saw the card halves on the table. Impulsively, she dropped them into her purse. She locked the front door and joined Arthur in the elevator.
While she was on her coffee break, she took the card halves from her purse and held the torn edges together. Only Mr. Steward’s name and telephone number were printed on the card.
After lunch, she took the card halves from her purse again and Scotch-taped the edges together. “Why am I doing this?” she thought.
Just before five, she dialed the number. “Good afternoon,” said Mr. Steward’s voice.
Norma almost hung up but restrained herself. She cleared her throat. “This is Mrs. Lewis,” she said.
“Yes, Mrs. Lewis,” Mr. Steward sounded pleased.
“That’s natural,” Mr. Steward said.
“Not that I believe a word of what you told us.”
“Oh, it’s quite authentic,”7 Mr. Steward answered.
“Well, whatever — ” Norma swallowed. “When you said someone in the world would die, what did you
“Exactly that,” he answered. “It could be anyone. All we guarantee is that you don’t know them. And, of course, that you wouldn’t have to watch them die.”
“For $50,000,” Norma said.
“That is correct.”
She made a scoffing sound. “That’s crazy.”
“Nonetheless, that is the proposition,”8 Mr. Steward said. “Would you like me to return the button unit?”
Norma stiffened. “Certainly not.” She hung up angrily.
The package was lying by the front door; Norma saw it as she left the elevator. Well, of all the nerve, she thought. She glared at the carton as she unlocked the door. I just won’t take it in, she thought. She went inside and started dinner.
Later, she went into the front hall. Opening the door, she picked up the package and carried it into the
kitchen, leaving it on the table.
She sat in the living room, looking out the window. After a while, she went back into the kitchen to turn
the cutlets in the broiler. She put the package in a bottom cabinet. She’d throw it out in the morning.
“Maybe some eccentric millionaire is playing games with people,” she said.
Arthur looked up from his dinner. “I don’t understand you.”
“What does that mean?”
“Let it go,” he told her.
Norma ate in silence. Suddenly, she put her fork down. “Suppose it’s a genuine offer?” she said.
Arthur stared at her.
“Suppose it’s a genuine offer?”
“All right, suppose it is?” He looked incredulous. “What would you like to do? Get the button back and push it? Murder someone?”
Norma looked disgusted. “Murder.”
“How would you define it?”
“If you don’t even know the person?” Norma said.
Arthur looked astounded. “Are you saying what I think you are?”
“If it’s some old Chinese peasant ten thousand miles away? Some diseased native in the Congo?”
“How about a baby boy in Pennsylvania?” Arthur countered. “Some beautiful little girl on the next block?”
“Now you’re loading things.”
“The point is, Norma,” he continued, “what’s the difference whom you kill? It’s still murder.”
“The point is,” Norma broke in, “if it’s someone you’ve never seen in your life and never will see, someone whose death you don’t even have to know about, you still wouldn’t push the button?”
Arthur stared at her, appalled. “You mean you would?”
“Fifty thousand dollars, Arthur.”
“What has the amount — ”
“Fifty thousand dollars, Arthur,” Norma interrupted. “A chance to take that trip to Europe we’ve always talked about.”
“A chance to buy that cottage on the island.”
“Norma, no.” His face was white.
She shuddered. “All right, take it easy,” she said. “Why are you getting so upset? It’s only talk.”
After dinner, Arthur went into the living room. Before he left the table, he said, “I’d rather not discuss it
anymore, if you don’t mind.”
Norma shrugged. “Fine with me.”
She got up earlier than usual to make pancakes, eggs, and bacon for Arthur’s breakfast.
“What’s the occasion?” he asked with a smile.
“No occasion.” Norma looked offended. “I wanted to do it, that’s all.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad you did.”
She refilled his cup. “Wanted to show you I’m not — ” She shrugged.
“Did I say you were?”
“Well” — she gestured vaguely — “last night….”
Arthur didn’t speak.
“All that talk about the button,” Norma said. “I think you — well, misunderstood me.”
“In what way?” His voice was guarded.
“I think you felt” — she gestured again — “that I was only thinking of myself.”
“Norma — ”
“Well, I wasn’t. When I talked about Europe, a cottage on the island — ”
“Norma, why are we getting so involved in this?”
“I’m not involved at all.” She drew in a shaking breath. “I’m simply trying to indicate that — ”
“That I’d like for us to go to Europe. Like for us to have a cottage on the island. Like for us to have a nicer apartment, nicer furniture, nicer clothes, a car. Like for us to finally have a baby, for that matter.”
“Norma, we will,” he said.
He stared at her in dismay. “Norma — ”
“Are you” — he seemed to draw back slightly — “are you really saying — ”
“I’m saying that they’re probably doing it for some research project!” she cut him off. “That they want to
know what average people would do under such a circumstance! That they’re just saying someone would die, in order to study reactions, see if there’d be guilt, anxiety, whatever! You don’t think they’d kill somebody, do you?!”
Arthur didn’t answer. She saw his hands trembling. After a while, he got up and left.
When he’d gone to work, Norma remained at the table, staring into her coffee. I’m going to be late, she thought.
She shrugged. What difference did it make? She should be home, anyway, not working in an office.
While she was stacking dishes, she turned abruptly, dried her hands, and took the package from the bottom cabinet. Opening it, she set the button unit o… [CONTINUE READING FROM MAIN SITE ITSELF]
Let us now discuss CommonLit Button Button answers key to the questions asked:
Q1. What event sets the main action of the story in motion?
Ans: Arthur’s argument with Norma over the button unit
Q2. In paragraph 87, Mr. Steward returns the button unit to the Lewis home after his phone conversation with Norma. How does this action affect the Lewises?
Ans: It encourages Norma to consider using the button unit.
Q3. What do paragraphs 97-106 reveal about Norma’s view of the world?
Ans: She believes some lives are worth more than others.
Q4. In paragraphs 129-145, what does the dialogue reveal about Norma’s motivations for pushing the button?
Ans: She believes she deserves a better life.
Q5. How do Norma’s personal desires affect the outcome of the story?
Ans: Norma’s personal desires resulted in her pushing the button, which unknowingly, led to her husband’s death.
Discussion Questions With Answers
Q6. Norma is able to come up with reasons to justify doing what is wrong. Do you think people do this in real life? Explain.
Ans: Yes, people do that in real life, some people are always good in justifying their actions, whether good or bad.
Many persons are good at justifying their actions, they do this by bringing up different forms of justifications, such as Normative reasons, Motivational reasons, Explanatory reasons, and Reasons beyond their control.
People like Norma will always present a normative reason, while justifying themselves from wrong actions, to claim that such actions are norms in some places and should not be seen as wrong.
When using Motivational reasons, they will want to claim that their actions were on course to achieve a favorable result, which everyone would have appreciated if it was achieved.
When using explanatory reasons, they will detail the action in such a way that you won’t want to blame them for their wrongdoings.
Some people will claim their actions are due to reasons beyond their own control, as people act in the reaction of an action that has been acted on them.
For instance, if People like Norma were caught up fornicating, he may decide to use a normative reason like; sex is not a crime, as we had it with our consent. He may decide to use reason beyond control, by claiming to have been seduced by the luscious body. He may also use motivational reasons, that he only wants to satisfy the desires of the other party. He can still sing the explanatory reason, by saying that, they were playing together, as they never knew when it all started.
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