My bus ticket back to the city is for Sunday morning. My parents would be disappointed if I left early, even if I told them it was for a big job.
I don’t reply yet. Instead, I tuck the phone back in my pocket and open the bathroom door.
Phil is standing there.
“Sorry,” I say, and try to squeeze past him in the narrow hallway. I can smell the beer on his breath when he leans closer to me. Phil went to high school with us, too. He and Gail have been together since he was in twelfth grade and she was in tenth.
“I heard Shelly wants to set you up with Keith,” he says.
I give a little laugh, wishing he’d move aside and stop blocking my path.
“I’m not really interested in Keith,” I say.
“Yeah?” He leans closer. “You’re too good for him.”
“Uh, thanks,” I say.
“You know, I always had a thing for you.”
I freeze. His eyes lock on to mine.
His wife is eight months pregnant. What is he doing?
“Phil!” Gail calls from the kitchen. Her words shatter the silence. “I’m tired. We need to get going.”
He finally steps aside and I hurry past him, hugging the wall.
“See you tomorrow, Jess,” he says, just before he shuts the bathroom door.
I pause at the end of the hallway.
My wool sweater suddenly feels itchy and I can’t get enough air into my lungs. I don’t know if it’s from the pungent candle or Phil’s flirtation. The feeling isn’t unfamiliar; it’s why I left home years ago.
I make my way to the back porch.
As I stand outside and gulp in the cold air, my fingers reach into my pocket and feel for the smooth plastic encasing my phone.
My parents are going to run out of money eventually. I should stockpile as much of it as I can now. And if I turn Dr. Shields down, maybe he’ll find another subject, one with more flexibility.
Even I recognize that I’m coming up with too many rationalizations.
I pull out my phone and respond to Dr. Shields: Anytime Sat or Sun works great for me.
Almost immediately, I see the three dots that mean he is writing a response. A moment later, I read it: Wonderful. You are confirmed for noon on Saturday. Same location.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Saturday, November 24
You have no idea how eagerly your third session has been anticipated, Subject 52.
You look as lovely as ever, but your manner is subdued. After you enter Room 214, you slowly slip out of your coat and place it on the back of your chair. It hangs unevenly, but you don’t adjust it. You sit down heavily and hesitate before you touch the Enter key to begin.
Were you lonely on Thanksgiving, too?
Once the first query appears and you open your thoughts, your true nature asserts itself and you grow more animated.
You are learning to enjoy the process, aren’t you?
When the fourth question emerges, your fingers move across the keyboard swiftly. Your posture is excellent. You do not fidget. This all indicates that you have especially strong and clear feelings on this particular subject.
You see your friend’s fiancé kiss another woman a week before the wedding. Do you tell her?
What I’d do is this, you type. I’d confront him and say that he has 24 hours to confess, or I’ll tell her myself. It would be one thing if he were with his buddies at a bachelor party at a strip club and he put a twenty in a G-string. A lot of guys do that sort of stuff for show. But outside of a situation like that, there isn’t any excuse. I couldn’t look the other way and pretend I didn’t see it. Because if a guy cheats once, you know he’s going to do it again.
After you write those words, you stop typing, hit Enter, and wait for the next question.
It doesn’t immediately appear.
A minute passes.
Is everything okay? You type.
Another minute passes.
A response is crafted: Just a moment, please.
You look puzzled, but you nod.
Your answer is absolute: It seems you believe humans are incapable of reshaping their innate natures, even when their urges lead to pain and destruction.
Your furrowed brow and slightly narrowed eyes illustrate the depth of your convictions.
Because if a guy cheats once, you know he’s going to do it again.
You are waiting for the next question. But it isn’t forthcoming.
Your responses have formed an unexpected connection; when linked together, they create an epiphany.
The vital lines in your previous answers are reviewed:
I’m not looking for a serious relationship. You typed