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Authors: Ron Franscell, Jack Olsen
Tags: Psychology, Health; Fitness & Dieting, True Crime, Biographies & Memoirs, Mental Illness, Psychology & Counseling, Pathologies, Medical Books
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She inhaled deeply, then searched for a tube to make absolutely sure she hadn't been mistaken. Clutching the upper and lower sheet to her body, she checked out every inch of the small room. There was no tube. She didn't open the cupboard, but neither had he. A surgical glove lay crumpled in the sink.
She dressed and walked out without acknowledging the receptionist. She hurt so much that she wasn't sure she could make it to her car. Two and a half hours had elapsed. She thought, That's how long it takes him to satisfy himself. I didn't want to believe it, I didn't want to lose my lifelong doctor. What on earth do I do next?
She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone, not even Dan. For days, she went around with her knuckles to her mouth. She asked herself, How could he! After six years of misery I go through the temple and change my whole life, and then a doctor, our family's friend, a man who's supposed to love us, does this . . . this . . . sick, disgusting, unmentionable thing.
She wondered what it was about her that drew the sickos. They seemed to sense her vulnerability. What made Story choose her from hundreds of patients? She'd been Uncle Bob's first victim, too. When she thought about the ramifications, she felt as though she were going in and out of shock—rapid heartbeat, fluttery pulse, chills and fever. She thought, I've got a little sister Mia, and he's her doctor. And he's Minda's doctor, and Mom's. If he's turned rank, what might he do to them!
She thought back on his touchy-feely high school exams, and the time when he'd interrupted her pelvic and claimed that he couldn't get it in far enough. Couldn't get what in far enough? She realized that he'd been doing it to her for years. She could just die of shame.
She visited with Minda—the two young families now shared a house at 1115 Road 111/2—and Meg confided, "This is gonna sound crazy, Minda, but I had a funny feeling at the clinic the other day. It felt like Dr. Story was dilating me with his, uh— penis."
Minda frowned, then laughed and said, "I've seen his penis, too. Four years ago."
Meg said, "Oh, my goodness, no!" She wondered if Minda was kidding. She often deflected touchy subjects with jokes.
Minda giggled and said, "I think he forgets to zip up after he goes potty."
They exchanged nervous laughter and a few more absurdities, and Meg was relieved when the conversation ended. She realized that she'd been looking for approval when she brought the subject up; she needed someone to tell her that Dr. Story was to blame and she hadn't led him on, intentionally or otherwise. But maybe
MEG ANDERSON
79
Minda wasn't the right person to grant absolution. Neither sister had ever been able to talk comfortably about sex, and certainly not about this crime of—what? Was it rape? Invasion of privacy? She had no idea what the law would call it. Of course the law would never find out. She could never tell a soul about such a shameful thing.
8
MINDA BRINKERHOFF
The commonality among pornography, gynecology, and sex crime is further underscored by the shared icon of the spread-eagled, i.e. the punished, debased, and defeated female body.
—Jane Caputi,
The Age of Sex Crime
After she finished talking to Meg, the middle child wondered why Dr. Story didn't get it together. Can't he examine people without making them suspicious? Does he have to be so rough ? He's even got poor Meg upset.
She was glad the conversation was short. She'd stopped worrying about the family doctor and didn't want to revive her fears. How could she explain to Meg that she'd gone over the whole thing a thousand times in her mind and it added up to a big fat nothing?
Now that they were back in Lovell sharing a home with Meg and Dan, the young Brinkerhoffs' finances were improving. With Scott's skills, it wasn't long before he was running his own carpentry crew in the oil fields and bringing home a good paycheck. Minda was making the Lovell Cleaners pay off for
She inhaled deeply, then searched for a tube to make absolutely sure she hadn't been mistaken. Clutching the upper and lower sheet to her body, she checked out every inch of the small room. There was no tube. She didn't open the cupboard, but neither had he. A surgical glove lay crumpled in the sink.
She dressed and walked out without acknowledging the receptionist. She hurt so much that she wasn't sure she could make it to her car. Two and a half hours had elapsed. She thought, That's how long it takes him to satisfy himself. I didn't want to believe it, I didn't want to lose my lifelong doctor. What on earth do I do next?
She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone, not even Dan. For days, she went around with her knuckles to her mouth. She asked herself, How could he! After six years of misery I go through the temple and change my whole life, and then a doctor, our family's friend, a man who's supposed to love us, does this . . . this . . . sick, disgusting, unmentionable thing.
She wondered what it was about her that drew the sickos. They seemed to sense her vulnerability. What made Story choose her from hundreds of patients? She'd been Uncle Bob's first victim, too. When she thought about the ramifications, she felt as though she were going in and out of shock—rapid heartbeat, fluttery pulse, chills and fever. She thought, I've got a little sister Mia, and he's her doctor. And he's Minda's doctor, and Mom's. If he's turned rank, what might he do to them!
She thought back on his touchy-feely high school exams, and the time when he'd interrupted her pelvic and claimed that he couldn't get it in far enough. Couldn't get what in far enough? She realized that he'd been doing it to her for years. She could just die of shame.
She visited with Minda—the two young families now shared a house at 1115 Road 111/2—and Meg confided, "This is gonna sound crazy, Minda, but I had a funny feeling at the clinic the other day. It felt like Dr. Story was dilating me with his, uh— penis."
Minda frowned, then laughed and said, "I've seen his penis, too. Four years ago."
Meg said, "Oh, my goodness, no!" She wondered if Minda was kidding. She often deflected touchy subjects with jokes.
Minda giggled and said, "I think he forgets to zip up after he goes potty."
They exchanged nervous laughter and a few more absurdities, and Meg was relieved when the conversation ended. She realized that she'd been looking for approval when she brought the subject up; she needed someone to tell her that Dr. Story was to blame and she hadn't led him on, intentionally or otherwise. But maybe
MEG ANDERSON
79
Minda wasn't the right person to grant absolution. Neither sister had ever been able to talk comfortably about sex, and certainly not about this crime of—what? Was it rape? Invasion of privacy? She had no idea what the law would call it. Of course the law would never find out. She could never tell a soul about such a shameful thing.
8
MINDA BRINKERHOFF
The commonality among pornography, gynecology, and sex crime is further underscored by the shared icon of the spread-eagled, i.e. the punished, debased, and defeated female body.
—Jane Caputi,
The Age of Sex Crime
After she finished talking to Meg, the middle child wondered why Dr. Story didn't get it together. Can't he examine people without making them suspicious? Does he have to be so rough ? He's even got poor Meg upset.
She was glad the conversation was short. She'd stopped worrying about the family doctor and didn't want to revive her fears. How could she explain to Meg that she'd gone over the whole thing a thousand times in her mind and it added up to a big fat nothing?
Now that they were back in Lovell sharing a home with Meg and Dan, the young Brinkerhoffs' finances were improving. With Scott's skills, it wasn't long before he was running his own carpentry crew in the oil fields and bringing home a good paycheck. Minda was making the Lovell Cleaners pay off for
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