“Shocking,” Chollo said.
“Can you tell why he’s here?”
“I would guess that he’s here to seduce me,” Susan said.
“Him too?” I said.
She smiled.
“I think,” she said, “that the seduction, in this instance, is the means, not the purpose.”
“The purpose being?”
“To get control of you,” she said.
I nodded.
“Is there any chance that his visit to you was legit?” I said. She shrugged.
“My business is pretty much like yours.” She glanced at the men in the room and smiled. “Minus the firepower. There are a lot of informed guesses made.”
“And your informed guess is that he’s not seeking therapy,”
I said.
“Correct.”
“So you may feel less constrained than you might otherwise feel to protect the privacy of the session.”
She smiled again.
“Correct,” she said. “To a point.”
“How will you know when you reach the point,” I said.
“I’ll know,” Susan said.
“So what he talk ’bout,” Hawk said.
“He was effusive,” Susan said, “when he came in. He’d heard so many wonderful things about me. He hadn’t expected anyone so attractive. He hoped he wouldn’t bore me.”
Through the front window I could see an inconsequential fl urry of snow drift past.
“I told him,” Susan said, “that people easily bored by others didn’t usually enter this profession, and perhaps he might tell me why he had come. He began by telling me about his father. There’s nothing unusual in that. Many people come and begin by telling me about their parents and assume I will see the problem and tell them what to do. It’s not very effective, but it’s common, and it’s often useful as kind of a warm-up, before the game starts.”
“Did you believe what he told you?”
“I don’t know if it was true or not,” she said. “He appeared to admire his father. And he feared he couldn’t live up to him.”
“Not an unheard-of problem,” I said.
“No, in fact,” Susan said, “it is so common that one is a little suspicious of it when it surfaces fully expressed, so to speak, ten minutes into your fi rst therapy session.”
“You think he made it up?”
“I have no idea. But he has certainly articulated it before.”
“You think he’s seen a shrink before?” I said.
“I would guess that he has,” Susan said. “He seems comfortable with it. He seemed to know how it worked. He’s not nervous. No uncomfortable jokes about the couch or all shrinks taking August off. He was very at ease, very articulate. And he had an agenda. He wasn’t uncertain. He knew where he wanted to go in the interview.”
“How did he present his seductive side?” I said.
Hawk looked at Chollo.
“You see how he ease in on that?” Hawk said.
“More subtle than the plumed serpent,” Chollo said.
“The plumed serpent live in Bel Air, too?” I said.
“It was mostly attitude and body language,” Susan said.
“Most women recognize it. The appraising look. The eye contact. The implication of specially shared knowledge. Taking any opportunity to flatter my appearance. You often say you can tell if a woman is, ah, compliant.”
“I can.”
“Same thing,” Susan said.
“All men are compliant,” I said, “in your case. If they’re straight.”
“In fact,” Susan said, “that’s not always so. But it was so here.”
