Dobbs had on a three-piece suit that looked as if it had been woven from Shredded Wheat, and toyed with a heavy-looking watch chain as he spoke. His face carried a lot of loose flesh and he pursed his lips a lot, which made him look like a rubber Santa mask gone sour. He used home-grown jargon that made my head reel, talked a lot about crisis intervention and moral values- had plenty to say about how society had lost its moral fiber. I kept waiting for him to hold up a book jacket.
The phone interrupted his spiel.
“Dr. Delaware?”
“Speaking.”
“This is Linda Overstreet. You gave me this number, so I figured it was all right to use it.”
“Sure, Linda. What’s up?”
“Have you by any chance been watching the news?”
“Got it on screen right now.”
“So you saw him- Dobbs.”
“In all his tweedy glory.”
“He’s lying, believe me. No one called him in on anything. I know because I spoke to the Board this afternoon and they hadn’t gotten themselves in gear yet.”
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. What I do know is that Dobbs has got connections with the Board. So he probably assumed they’d give him the okay, just went steamrolling ahead on his own.”
“What kind of connections?”
“A couple of years back, after one of the earthquakes, he presented a very slick proposal to the Board: crisis intervention free of charge, at several schools- including the one where I was in training. What he actually ended up
“The poor get poorer and the rich get therapy?”
“Yup. The Board got a few complaints about the hard sell, but overall they were pleased with Dobbs because he hadn’t cost them a dime and they got testimonials from some of the parents of the kids who went for treatment, saying it had been helpful.”
“Are his credentials on the level?”
“Far as I know.”
“Hold on for a second. I’ll check.”
I went into the library, got an American Psychological Association directory, and came back on the line.
“What’s his first name?”
“Lance.”
I thumbed to the D’s, found a bio on
“Looks bona fide,” I said.
“Maybe, but with assistants doing all the work, what’s the big deal if he himself is qualified? I see him as a self-promoter- the kind who loves to see himself on screen.”
“This is L.A.,” I said. “People demand
She laughed. “So you’re not ticked off?”
“Why should I be?”
“You do the work; he takes the credit. Seems to me I spend half my time dealing with ego stuff, stepping on toes. Guess I’m sensitized to it.”
“My toes feel fine.”
“Okay,” she said. “I just wanted to keep things straight. If Dobbs’s people show up, I’ll handle it.”
“Thanks. And thanks for calling.”
“Sure.”
Silence.
I said, “How’s everything going at school?”
“Good as can be expected.” Her voice broke. “It’s just starting to sink in, how close we all came… what a mess the whole thing is.”
“How’re
“Oh, I’ll survive. What I’m really concerned about is the kids. I talked to a few of the teachers and the feedback I got on your sessions was positive.”
“I’m glad.”
“How do they look to you- the kids?”
“Scared. But nothing abnormal. What’s encouraging is that they seem able to express it. You and the teachers have obviously done a good job over the past two years.”
“What are they scared of, specifically?”
“The youngest ones are concerned about separation from their parents, so you may see some school phobia and increased absenteeism from them. The older ones talked more about pain and suffering- trying to imagine what it felt like to be shot. Some discussion of death. Some anger’s starting to come out, too, which is good. Anger and fear are incompatible in kids- one drives out the other. If they can harness their anger and focus it, it’ll help them feel more in control in the long run.”
“Anger heals, huh?” she said. “Maybe I should try it.”
“Maybe,” I said. “Though I have to be honest: With adults the fear-anger thing isn’t that clear-cut.”
“Figures. Why should life be simple? Anything else I should know?”
“I’ve made a list of about twenty kids who seem extra-fragile. I’ll keep an eye out for others. Any of the high- risk kids who still look shaky within the next few days will need individual attention and I’ll want to meet with their parents.”
“When do you want the parents?”
“How about Friday?”
“I’ll get Carla on it first thing in the morning.”
“Thanks. How’re you doing with the parents- persuading them to send their kids back?”
“So far so good. I’ve been through this before, with the busing, so most of them trust me. But it’s not easy telling them we’ve provided a safe place for learning for their kids. We’ll keep trucking.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks. I saw you leaving today with Detective Sturgis. Learn anything new on the sniper?”
Remembering Milo’s warning, I hedged. “The police don’t know much yet. Expect to be finding out more soon.”
“Sounds like the old cop shuffle.”
“What do you mean?”
“Detective Sturgis told me you were a cop’s kid.”
“Did he?” she said, suddenly chilly. “Yes, that’s true. Well, have a good evening, and thanks again.”
“See you tomorrow, Linda.”
“Maybe not,” she said. “I’ll be running around all over the place. If you need anything, ask Carla. Good night.”
“Good night.”
I placed the phone in its cradle. The chill lingered. Milo hadn’t said anything about her being touchy about her background. I wondered about it. But not for long. Too many other things on my mind.
