“Do you remember me?” he said.
She showed no emotion and continued to smoke.
“You can’t play this game again, not with me, no, you just can’t.”
He was not hostile or upset, just fed up.
She looked at him, that old hard face of hers coming back ALIVE.
“We have so much to sort out, so much to settle, so much to put to rest.”
She was now fiddling with her cuff; he knew she was getting worked up.
“I don’t blame you, I just want to know where did all go.” He paused.
She lit another cigarette, cocked her head and blew smoke at the ceiling.
They just sat there, silent.
“Mr. Tierman, I think that’s enough for today;” the doctor stood at the door.
She kept smoking.
“I don’t think you’re getting through to her,” the doctor said.
“Oh, I know exactly what he wants but, guess what, I am catatonic!”
“Perhaps we can arrange for a session next week,” the doctor said.
“Oh, another session, next week, my slinky ass!”
“She has improved, a little,” the doctor added.
“She has improved! Yeah!”
“I will be back,” he said.
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