'Yes, schoolwork, but math in particular, though. What's it mean?'
'Well, let's wait until I've looked at her, Mrs. MacNeil.'
He then excused himself and gave Regan a complete examination that included taking samples of urine and her blood. The urine was for testing of her liver and kidney functions; the blood for a number of checks: diabetes; thyroid function; red-cell blood count looking for possible anemia, White-cell blood count looking for exotic diseases of the blood.
After he finished, he sat for a while and talked to Regan, observing her demeanor, and then returned to Chris and started writing a prescription.
'She appears to have a hyperkinetic behavior disorder.'
'A what?'
'A disorder of the nerves. At least We think it is. We don't know yet exactly how it works, but its often seen in early adolescence. She shows all the symptoms: the hyperactivity; the temper; her performance in math.'
'Yeah, the math. Why the math?'
'It affects concentration.' He ripped the prescription from the small blue pad and handed it over, 'Now this is for Ritalin.'
'What?'
'Methylphenidate.'
'Oh.'
'Ten milligrams, twice a day, I'd recommend one at eight A. M., and the other at two in the afternoon.'
She was eyeing the prescription.
'What is it? A tranquilizer?'
'A stimulant.'
'Stimulant? She's higher'n a kite right now.'
'Her condition isn't quite what it seems,' explained Klein. 'It's a form of overcompensation. An overreaction to depression.'
'Depression?'
Klein nodded.
'Depression...' Chris murmured. She was thoughtful.
'Well, you mentioned her father,' said Klein.
Chris looked up. 'Do you think I should take her to see a psychiatrist?'
'Oh, no. I'd wait and see what happens with the Ritalin. I think that's the answer. Wait two or three weeks.'
'So you think it's all nerves.'
'I suspect so.'
'And those lies she's been telling? This'll stop it?'
His answer puzzled her. He asked her if she'd ever known Regan to swear or use obscenities.
'Never,' Chris answered.
'Well, you see, that's quite similar to things like her lying---uncharacteristic, from what you tell me, but in certain disorders of the nerves it can---'
'Wait a minute,' Chris interrupted, perplexed. 'Where'd you ever get the notion she uses obscenities? I mean, is that what you were saying or did I misunderstood?'
For a moment, he eyed her rather curiously; considered; then cautiously ventured, 'Yes, I'd say that she uses obscenities. Weren't you aware of it?'
'I'm still not aware of it. What are you talking about?'
'Well, she let loose quite a string while I was examining her, Mrs. MacNeil.'
'You're kidding! Like what?'
He looked evasive. 'Well, I'd say her vocabulary's rather extensive.'
'Well, what, for instance? I mean, give me an example!'
He shrugged.
'You mean 'shit?' Or 'fuck'?'
He relaxed. 'Yes, she used those words,' he said.
'And what else did she say? Specifically.'
'Well, specifically, Mrs. MacNeil, she advised and to keep my goddamn finger away from her cunt.'
Chris gasped with shock. 'She used those words?'
