When we arrived in the office, Blanche waddled to Prema’s feet and sat down.
“Is she a therapy dog?”
“She can be,” I said. “But she has no problem waiting outdoors.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t do that to her-c’mon, baby, you join us.”
She sank into the couch, turned small, the way skinny, high-waisted people do. Leaning to scratch behind Blanche’s ear, she said, “I don’t want to break any rules, here, but is it okay if she sits up here with me?”
I clicked my tongue. Blanche jumped up on the couch, settled in close.
Prema Moon said, “Well, that was pretty nimble.”
I sat back and waited, the calm, patient therapist. Wondered if someone with her training would see through the act.
I’d had a restless night, waking up four times with a pounding head and a racing mind. Wondering if I could trust my own judgment.
Had I dragged Milo’s case into a bog destined to sink it?
How would I tell Prema I’d stalked her without scaring her out of the office?
At five a.m., I’d crawled out of bed, padded to my office, scrawled notes.
I returned an hour later. Gobbledygook.
However it shook out, Prema passing through my doorway bought her insurance: From now on I was bound by confidentiality, maybe useless to Milo.
A logistical mess; I hadn’t expected it to turn out this way. Had been aiming for a chance to observe the kids. Hadn’t counted on Prema being in the van.
Not completely true.
The slim chance the putative Evil Queen might materialize had led me to bring Blanche and the psych journal, a pair of perfect lures.
Even with that, I’d expected small talk at best. Some kind of observational insight I could bring back to Milo.
My clever little plan had worked too well.
I’d been wrong about so much.
Prema Moon kept massaging Blanche. Checked out the prints on the wall. Put on dorky glasses and squinted at my diplomas, returned the specs to her macrame bag.
“Nice,” she said. “The feeling, here. What you imagine a therapist office is like.
“Three hundred dollars for forty-five minutes.”
“Compared with her, you’re a bargain.” She counted out cash, placed the bills on a side table. “This place talks softly. Earnestly.”
She fooled with her hair. A strand broke off and floated to her knee. She tweezed it between thumb and forefinger, tried to deposit it in the wastebasket. The hair adhered to her fingertip. She rubbed until it dropped. That took a while.
“As you can see, I’m a little compulsive.”
I smiled.
She smiled back. Hard to read the emotion behind it. By comparison, Mona Lisa was blatant.
“Okay,” she said, “the thing with therapy is to be utterly honest, right?”
“As honest as you feel you can be.”
“There are degrees of honesty?”
“There are degrees of revelation,” I said. “It’s a matter of what you’re comfortable with.”
“Ah,” she said. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. In the end, we’re all strangers except to ourselves, that’s why your job is so interesting, you try to … span the gap.” Head shake. “That probably didn’t make sense.”
“It made perfect sense.”
Her eyes drifted back to the paper on my wall. Blanche snuggled closer. “Never had a pet. Don’t know exactly why.”
“Four kids,” I said, “I’d imagine you’re pretty busy.”
“I mean even as a child. I could’ve had a pet if I asked. I could’ve had anything. But I never asked.”
She blinked. “Okay, time for that honesty: The reason the appointment was canceled wasn’t because I was urged to see someone else. It was because of you specifically. The other work you do. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Police cases.”
“Exactly. Someone thought it would be a bad idea for someone like me to get involved with a doctor who did that. No one close to me, just a suit-a person paid to be careful.”
A beat. “But here I am, after all. Which leads me to a second bit of honesty, Dr. Delaware. I suspected you were following us the moment you turned off Coldwater onto Beverly.”
I took a second to digest that. “You suspected but you didn’t sound an alarm.”
“If it was me alone, I’d probably have turned around and gotten the heck out of there. But with the tribe, a trip that had been planned for a long time? I suspected but I didn’t know for sure, so no sense scaring them, ruining their day. So I waited to see what you did once you entered the park and you just walked your dog and ignored us and I figured I was wrong, you were just a guy with a dog. Then we met up by the pond and you cleverly ignored me but made sure I’d see that magazine. Even then, I didn’t think much of it. Then I read your card and I remembered your name. Remembered that other work you do and started to wonder.”
She twisted a thicker clump of hair. Several more strands fell to her lap. She made no attempt to clear them.
“And yet,” she said, “I’m here.”
I said, “I’d like to help you.”
She said, “With what?”
Thinking of Holly Ruche, I said, “Owning your life. Finally.”
“Really?” she said, as if finding that humorous.
Then she cried.
I supplied a box of tissues and a bottle of water. She dabbed, drank. I waited for her questions.
The first one she asked surprised me. “What do you think of my tribe?”
“They seem like a great bunch.”
“Four gems, Dr. Delaware. Four flawless diamonds. I’m not taking credit but at least I didn’t screw them up.”
“Prema, a friend of mine says happiness comes from taking all the credit and none of the blame.”
She clapped her hands. “I love that … but sometimes it’s hard to separate blame from credit, isn’t it? To know what’s real and what isn’t. Back when I was a public person, people who’d never met me had opinions about everything I did. One day I was a goddess, the next I was evil incarnate.”
“Celebrity’s all about love-hate,” I said, thinking, as I had a hundred times over the last few days, of the venomous contempt expressed by Brent Dorf, Kevin Dubinsky. Len Coates, who should have known better, because he’d been trained to analyze facts not rumors, had never laid eyes on her.
None of them had.
She said, “I’m not complaining, it’s part of the game. But I used to wonder where all that crap was coming from. People so
Speaking in the singular.
