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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 45 из 138“No, he even had on the same coat Dad used to wear. I’m sure it was him. I told you – he talked to me. He knew my name.”
“So what you’re saying is that your father, who’s been dead for twelve years, simply shows up one day on a Manhattan sidewalk and starts up a conversation?”
“Yes, I know, it sounds nuts. God, do I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“Oh, I see, that’s why you’re here,” he says, that slight edge in his voice getting sharper, louder. “You want me to help you.”
What’s going on here? This isn’t what I need now.
“Yes, of course I want you to help me. I’m feeling pretty desperate, actually.” My voice starts to crack on that last part, and I command myself to hold it together, if only for the sake of my dignity.
Dr. Corey removes his pipe and glares at me. “Listen to me, Kristin. For the last time, you need to get this through your head. Your father committed suicide and nothing you do or say is going to bring him back.”
“I know that.”
“Do you?” he asks, folding his arms. “Perhaps if you had continued with your therapy, this wouldn’t be happening.”
“But it’s not just my father. What about the recurring dream?”
“We all have recurring dreams.”
“This one came true. ”
“That’s what you tell me. Of course, that doesn’t make it so, does it? Listen to yourself. Are you listening to yourself, Kristin?”
I stare at Dr. Corey in, well, disbelief. This isn’t the same guy who cheerily used to offer up those self-help mantras. He’s Dr. Downer now. Or maybe it’s only me he’s down on. Is he pissed that I stopped seeing him?
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying, Dr. Corey? All these strange and bizarre things are happening to me. They’re really happening. I’m starting to think that I’m going insane.”
“Maybe you are. Who am I to say?” he replies matter-of-factly. “All I know is that I’m not about to invest my valuable time again in someone who treats therapy like a fad.”
I knew it!
“I told you, I thought I was better,” I explain.
He sniffs. “Yeah, you’re obviously a lot better.”
I’m in shock. He’s so mocking, so disdainful. How can he act this way toward me? I was his patient.
“I don’t have to sit here for this,” I say.
“You’re right. You don’t. Feel free to leave at any time. Just like you did before.”
My eyes start to well up. I can’t help it.
“So what you’re saying is that your father, who’s been dead for twelve years, simply shows up one day on a Manhattan sidewalk and starts up a conversation?”
“Yes, I know, it sounds nuts. God, do I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“Oh, I see, that’s why you’re here,” he says, that slight edge in his voice getting sharper, louder. “You want me to help you.”
What’s going on here? This isn’t what I need now.
“Yes, of course I want you to help me. I’m feeling pretty desperate, actually.” My voice starts to crack on that last part, and I command myself to hold it together, if only for the sake of my dignity.
Dr. Corey removes his pipe and glares at me. “Listen to me, Kristin. For the last time, you need to get this through your head. Your father committed suicide and nothing you do or say is going to bring him back.”
“I know that.”
“Do you?” he asks, folding his arms. “Perhaps if you had continued with your therapy, this wouldn’t be happening.”
“But it’s not just my father. What about the recurring dream?”
“We all have recurring dreams.”
“This one came true. ”
“That’s what you tell me. Of course, that doesn’t make it so, does it? Listen to yourself. Are you listening to yourself, Kristin?”
I stare at Dr. Corey in, well, disbelief. This isn’t the same guy who cheerily used to offer up those self-help mantras. He’s Dr. Downer now. Or maybe it’s only me he’s down on. Is he pissed that I stopped seeing him?
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying, Dr. Corey? All these strange and bizarre things are happening to me. They’re really happening. I’m starting to think that I’m going insane.”
“Maybe you are. Who am I to say?” he replies matter-of-factly. “All I know is that I’m not about to invest my valuable time again in someone who treats therapy like a fad.”
I knew it!
“I told you, I thought I was better,” I explain.
He sniffs. “Yeah, you’re obviously a lot better.”
I’m in shock. He’s so mocking, so disdainful. How can he act this way toward me? I was his patient.
“I don’t have to sit here for this,” I say.
“You’re right. You don’t. Feel free to leave at any time. Just like you did before.”
My eyes start to well up. I can’t help it.