She had the television turned on to the match. 'I should have known,' she said. 'The TV keeps flashing to Jessica Culver in the players' box, but never you.'
'With her there they wouldn't show me anyway.'
'The sportscaster says you two are an item. Is that true?'
Myron shrugged. Noncommittal. 'What's the score now?' he asked.
'Your client lost the first set 6-3,' she said. 'He's down 2- 0 in this set.' She switched off the television with the remote and signaled to a chair. They both sat. 'So tell me about your hypothetical situation, Myron.'
'I want to start off with a young girl. Fifteen years old. Pretty. From a well-to-do family, parents divorced, the father absent. She dates a boy from a prominent family. She's also a tennis protegee.'
'This isn't sounding too hypothetical,' Dr. Abramson said.
'Just bear with me a second. The young girl is such a great tennis player that her mother ships her off to an academy run by a world-famous tennis coach. When this young girl arrives at the academy she finds the competition cutthroat. Tennis is the most individual of sports. There is no team spirit here. There is no camaraderie. Everybody is vying for the approval of the world-famous coach. Tennis is not conducive to making friends.' Echoing Eddie's words. 'It isolates. Would you say that's true, Doctor?'
'On the level you're talking about, yes.'
'So when this young girl is uprooted from the life she has known and tossed into this rather hostile environment, she is not made to feel welcome. Far from it. The other girls see this new tennis protegee as a threat and when they realize what a magnificent player she is, the threat becomes reality. The other girls shun her all the more. She grows even more isolated'
'Okay.'
'Now, this world-famous coach, he's a bit Darwinian. Survival of the fittest and all that. He sort of plays a dual role here. On the one hand this isolation will force the girl to search for an escape, a place where she can thrive.'
'The tennis court?' Abramson said.
'Exactly. The young girl begins to practice even harder than before. But at the same time the world-famous coach is nice to her. While everyone else is cruel, the world-famous coach praises her. He spends time with her. He gets the most out of her.'
'Which in turn,' Dr. Abramson interjected, 'isolates her from the other girls all the more.'
'Right. The young girl becomes dependent on the coach. She thinks he cares and like any eager student she wants – needs – his approval. She begins to play even harder. She also knows that pleasing the world-famous coach will also please her mother. She tries even harder. The cycle continues.'
Dr. Abramson had to see where Myron was going with this, but her face remained blank. 'Go on,' she said.
'The tennis academy is not the real world. It's a secluded domain ruled by the world-famous coach. But he acts like he cares for the young girl. He treats her like she's something special. The young girl plays even harder, pushing herself more than she could ever imagine – not for herself, but to please him. Maybe he offers her a pat on the back after practice. Maybe he rubs her sore shoulders. Maybe they have dinner one night to discuss her tennis. Who knows how it started?'
'How what started?' Abramson asked.
Myron chose to ignore the question. For now. 'The young girl and world-famous coach start touring together,' he continued. 'She starts playing competitive tennis against women who again treat her as a feared rival. But now the young girl and the world-famous coach are alone. On the road. Staying in hotels.'
'More isolation,' Abramson offered.
'She plays well. She's beautiful, she's young, she's American. The press begins to swarm. The sudden attention frightens her. But the world-famous coach is there to protect her.'
'She becomes more dependent on him.'
Myron nodded. 'Now let's remember that the world-famous coach is a former world-famous player himself. He is accustomed to the narcissistic lifestyle that goes along with being a professional athlete. He is used to doing as he pleases. And that's exactly what he does with this girl.'
Silence.
'Could this happen, Doc? In theory?'
Dr. Abramson cleared her throat. 'In theory, yes. Whenever a man yields power and authority over a woman the potential for abuse is high. But in your scenario the potential for abuse is maximized. The man is older, the woman no more than a child. A teacher or a boss might control their victim for a few hours a day, but in your scenario the coach is both omnipotent and omnipresent.'
They looked at each other.
'The girl in my scenario,' Myron said softly. 'Her play would deteriorate if he abused her?'
'Without question.'
'What else would happen to her?'
'Every case is different,' Abramson replied as though giving a dissertation. 'But the results would invariably be catastrophic. A scenario like yours would probably start out for the young girl as nothing more than a crush. This sophisticated, older man is nice to her when nobody else is. He understands and cares about her. She probably doesn't have to invite his advances – they just sort of happen. The young girl may encourage them at first, but probably not. She may even resist, but at the same time she feels responsible. She blames herself.'
Myron felt something in the pit of his stomach open wide. 'Which causes more problems.'
'Yes. You talked about how the world-famous coach isolates her,' Abramson continued. 'But in your scenario he does more than that. He dehumanizes her. Her adolescence is turned upside down by her tennis greatness. Her life is not about school and friends and family. It's about money and winning. She's become a commodity. She knows that if she displeases him, the commodity becomes worthless. And her being a commodity makes it easier on him too.'
'How?' Myron asked.
'A commodity is far easier to abuse than a human being.'
Silence.
'So what happens when it's all over?' Myron asked. 'When the world-famous coach uses up the commodity, what happens to her?'
'The young girl would reach out for something – anything – that she thinks might save her.'
'The old boyfriend maybe?'
'Perhaps.'
'She might even want to get engaged right away.'
'That's possible, yes. She may see the old boyfriend as a return to her innocence. In her mind the boyfriend may be raised to savior status.'
'And suppose this boyfriend was murdered?'
'You've pulled out the final block,' Abramson replied softly. 'The young girl was already in need of serious therapy. Now a complete mental breakdown is a very real possibility. Maybe even a likelihood.'
Myron felt his heart crumble.
Dr. Abramson looked away for a moment. 'But there are other aspects to your scenario that need to be explored,' she said, trying to sound offhanded.
'Like?'
'Like what actually occurred during the abuse. If, as you say, the world-famous coach was a narcissistic man, he would only concern himself with his pleasure. He wouldn't worry about her. He probably wouldn't, for example, wear protection. And since this girl is rather young and probably not sexually active, she wouldn't be using oral contraceptives.'
Dread flooded Myron's chest. He remembered the rumors. 'He got her pregnant.'
'In the realm of your scenario,' Abramson said, 'that is certainly a possibility.'
'What would happen…?' Myron stopped. The answer was obvious. 'The world-famous coach would make her get an abortion.'
'I imagine so, yes.'
Silence.
Myron felt something well up in his eyes. 'What she went though…' He shook his head. 'Everyone thought Valerie was so weak. But in reality-'
'Not Valerie,' Abramson corrected. 'A young girl. A theoretical young girl in a theoretical situation.'
Myron looked up. 'Still trying to protect your ass, Doc?'
'You can't say anything, Myron. It's all hypothetical. I will neither confirm nor deny that Valerie Simpson was ever a patient of mine.'
He shook his head, stood, and headed for the door. When he reached it, he turned back toward her. 'One more hypothetical question,' he said. 'The world-famous coach. If he's willing to abuse one child, how likely is it he'll do it again?'
Dr. Abramson did not face him. 'Very likely,' she said.
Chapter 29
By the time Myron got back to Stadium Court, Duane had dropped the first two sets 6-3, 6-1, and it was 2- 2 in the third set. Myron sat between Jessica and Win. Pavel Menansi, he immediately noticed, was no longer in his seat. Aaron was still there. Senator Cross and Gregory Caufield were in their box too. Ned Tunwell still sat with his Nike colleagues. Ned was no longer waving. He was, in fact, crying. The entire Nike box looked like a deflated balloon. Henry Hobman was still as a Rodin.
Myron turned to Jessica. She looked concerned but said nothing. She took his hand and gave it a little squeeze. He squeezed back and gave her a small smile. He noticed that she was now wearing a bright pink Ray-Ban cap.
'What's with the cap?' he asked.
'A guy offered me a thousand dollars to wear it.'
Myron was familiar with the old advertising trick. Companies – in this case, Ray-Ban – paid anyone seated in the players' boxes to wear the caps during matches,
