turns off the radio as soon as she sees me walk into the waiting room, which makes me laugh because she tries to do it casually, as if I won't notice. She looks scared, turning the knob so gingerly - the way people do things after they have seen one of my episodes, as if I am no longer human, but some wild hulking animal.
After a brief wait, I meet with Cliff for my second session, like I will every Friday for the foreseeable future. I pick brown this time, and we sit in his leather recliners among the clouds, talking about how much we like women and "kicking it like we do," which is another one of Danny's sayings.
Cliff asks me if I like my new meds, and I tell him I do, even though I really have not noticed any effects at all and have only taken about half the pills my mother gave me last week - hiding a few under my tongue and spitting them into the toilet when she leaves me alone. He asks me if I have experienced any unwanted side effects - shortness of breath, loss of appetite, drowsiness, suicidal feelings, homicidal feelings, loss of virility, anxiety, itchiness, diarrhea - and I tell him I haven't.
"What about hallucinations?" he says, and then leans forward a little, squinting.
"Hallucinations?" I ask.
"Hallucinations."
I shrug, say I don't think I have hallucinated, and he tells me I would know if I had.
"Tell your mother if you see anything bizarre or horrifying," he says, "but don't worry, because you probably will not hallucinate. Only a very small percentage of people hallucinate while taking this combination of meds."
I nod and promise I will report any hallucinations to my mother, but I do not really believe I will hallucinate no matter what type of drugs he gives me, especially since I know he will not be giving me LSD or anything like that. I figure weaker people probably complain about their drugs, but I am not weak and can control my mind pretty well.
I am in the basement doing shots of water, taking my three-minute break between crunches on the Stomach Master 6000 and leg lifts on the weight bench, when I smell the unmistakable buttery flavor of my mother's crabby snacks and I start to salivate unmercifully.
Because I love crabby snacks, I leave the basement, enter the kitchen, and see that my mother is not only baking crabby snacks, which are buttered crabmeat and orange cheese on English muffins, but she is also making her homemade three-meats pizza - hamburger, sausage, and chicken - and those buffalo wings she gets from Big Foods.
"Why are you cooking crabby snacks?" I ask hopefully, because I know from past experience that she only cooks crabby snacks when we are having company.
Nikki loves crabby snacks and will eat a whole plate if you set it in front of her, and then she will complain later on the ride home, saying she is feeling fat because she has eaten too much. Back when I was emotionally abusive, I used to tell her that I did not want to hear her complaints every time she ate too much. But the next time Nikki eats too many crabby snacks, I am going to tell her she did not eat too much and that she looks too skinny anyway; I'll say she needs to gain a few pounds because I like my women looking like women and not like "Ms. Six O'Clock - straight up, straight down," which is another term I learned from Danny.
And I do hope my mother's making crabby snacks signifies that apart time is over because Nikki is on her way to my parents' house, which seems like the best coming-home surprise my mother could cook up - and as Mom is always trying to do nice things for me and my brother, I mentally prepare myself to be reunited with Nikki.
My heart pounds at least fifty times during the few seconds it takes for my mother to answer my question.
"The Eagles are playing the Steelers tonight in a preseason exhibition game," my mother says, which is weird because Mom has always hated sports and barely knows that football season is in the fall, let alone what teams are playing on a given day. "Your brother is coming over to watch the game with you and your father."
My heart starts beating even faster because I have not seen my brother since shortly after apart