Blood Loss

Gary strode toward him. ‘Congratulations,’ he said, shaking Colin’s hand, patting him on the back.

‘Yes,’ said Ren. That’s all I’ve got. ‘When?’ And that’s an extra effort.

‘We haven’t set a date,’ said Colin.

‘How did you propose?’ That’s better.

‘Over dinner last night,’ said Colin.

‘Down on one knee?’ said Gary, smiling.

‘The whole nine,’ said Cliff.

‘Well, I’m happy for you both,’ said Gary. ‘She’s a good woman.’

‘Yes,’ said Ren. ‘Congratulations.’ She walked over to Colin, and gave him a brief hug. ‘She is a good woman.’

But a bad, bad girl.

Ren sat at her desk, and pulled her keyboard toward her. She wrote an email to Matt.

Subject: PsychoSis(ter)

Dear Matt

I, Orenda Bryce, solemnly ask you to solemnly swear, that if I ever have a psychotic episode, that you will allow the administration of antipsychotics only as a last resort, and if necessary, in the lowest dose possible, for the shortest time possible. Please find me a non-drugs-company-sponsored psychiatrist (I’m tentatively saying Dr Leonard Lone) who will treat my potential psychosis as a short-term blip in an otherwise flawless psychiatric history, and who will treat me with the proven group-therapy-style approach (see attached article). I hereby authorize you, the rest of the family/Gary/Janine/and Misty to take part.

Regards,

Orenda Bryce

Re: PsychoSis(ter)

Dear Ren

Who will I forward this to in case you murder me during aforementioned psychotic episode?

Re: PsychoSis(ter)

Dear Matt

No one. TRUST NO ONE.

Re: PsychoSis(ter)

Dear Ren

Then, say hi to Nurse Ratched …

I’ll be back to haunt you. She’ll never believe the visions are real.

Re: PsychoSis(ter)

Dear Matt

You are sick.

Re: PsychoSis(ter)

Your nephew is crying.

Re: PsychoSis(ter)

Because he misses me. Give him giant hugs. XXXX

Ren looked around. Cliff and Robbie had left for Gaffney’s. Colin had gone into the hallway to take a call. Gary had gone to his office to grab his coat. He stuck his head back in.

‘Are you joining us for the celebration, Ren?’

‘I don’t know …’ said Ren.

Gary walked over. ‘How are you doing?’

‘I’m good …’ said Ren. ‘Just … this case …’ She shook her head.

Colin walked back into the office while she was talking.

‘Cameron Temple may or may not have ended up being a rapist,’ said Ren. ‘We’ll never know. But that first drawing definitely shows that he saw, or he was told, that his only options were hospital or drugs. You should read the questions on the trial. How can anyone expect a teenage boy to know the difference between regular teenage angst or anger, whatever, and actual psychosis?’ said Ren. ‘His face will be everywhere, and all people will see is a rapist. He could have been a famous artist or sculptor, or … anything. We’ll never know.’

Gary nodded. He zipped up his jacket. ‘OK, Ren — time to give yourself a break. I’ll see you in Gaffney’s.’

‘Is that an order?’ said Ren.

‘I don’t think anyone needs to order you to a bar,’ said Gary.

Ren smiled.

Gary left.

Colin was shutting down his computer.

‘You’re obsessed with analyzing people, and relationships, and all kinds of other people’s business,’ said Colin.

Eh, hello? ‘So you keep saying,’ said Ren. ‘Probably because it makes you deeply uncomfortable on a personal level.’

‘I could care less,’ said Colin.

‘You think you could care less,’ said Ren.

‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ said Colin.

Back away. Back away. Actually, no. Don’t back away. Do it. Now.

‘You’ve always been freaked out by me analyzing people’s personality or motives, or whatever. And now I know why.’

‘I’m not freaked out. I told you. I could care less.’

‘Yeah, I get it,’ said Ren. ‘I get it. But it’s not true.’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ said Colin.

Ren stared at him. I have spent three years giving you the benefit of the doubt. I’ve wasted time feeling sorry for you …

‘Not any more,’ said Ren.

‘What do you mean “not any more”?’ said Colin. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’

‘Nothing,’ said Ren. She got up, and grabbed her bag. ‘I’m going home.’

‘Wait,’ said Colin. ‘What the hell is going on here?’

‘Nothing,’ said Ren. She walked down the hallway, and started to jog down the steps.

Colin followed her down. ‘Wait up, for Christ’s sake. What’s your point?’

Ren spun around. ‘I know what you did to get this job,’ she said.

‘What?’ He started to walk past her. ‘The shit you talk.’

Ren grabbed his arm. ‘Don’t fucking walk away from me-’

Colin froze. Ren didn’t let go.

‘You fucked that man’s entire life up,’ said Ren.

‘What man?’ said Colin.

‘Taber Grace, you asshole! Taber Grace.’

‘What?’ said Colin. ‘I replaced a loser who got fired.’ He pulled away from Ren’s grip. ‘I was second in line for the job, so … obviously, I was the one who would take his place.’ He started to walk away again.

‘You got him fired,’ said Ren. ‘Quit the fucking bullshit, Colin. When I tell you I know what you did, that means I fucking know, OK? It doesn’t mean I’m guessing, or I’ve got a sneaking fucking suspicion, it means I know.’

Colin was staring at her.

‘You set him up,’ said Ren.

‘You’re insane,’ said Colin. ‘You are nuts.’

‘You sent an email to Gary that showed Taber Grace had lied about some piddling little misdemeanor from his teens about a fire that one of his friends had set, but that he ended up getting sucked into and being in court about — nothing of consequence when you look at it. You knew that Gary Dettling particularly hates lies and you emailed him the information. Anonymously. I found it in Taber Grace’s personnel file.’