on him. Unsaid were the sharp cutting comments sheâd planned. After the call sheâd gone to Oliverâs house.
Her confessional was not a vaulted cavernous cathedral, but a book-lined study where orange pekoe tea was served while she sat in a pleasant-smelling leather chair. Outside the day was a colorless drizzle, while the lamp on Oliverâs desk cast a warm glow over them. After Willâs call she had retreated there to tell Oliver of the Springfield trip and the episode in the car.
âYouâre not going to tell Rob?â Oliver asked.
âNo,â she replied. âHeâd consider it a retaliatory act on my part and righteously forgive me. It wasnât that, at least I donât think it was.â
âIâm glad youâre going away. Hopefully, by the time you return, Helen will have disappeared to wherever such people go. She wonât persist indefinitely, you know.â
âWhatâs happening to me, Oliver? My whole life has always been orderly, now everything is turned upside downâI donât even feel like me anymore.â
âI read an article last week about mental illness in the various professions. Contrary to my past beliefs, English teachers were not at the top of the list. The highest rate of suicide and mental breakdown in our society is among our psychiatrists. Not because sicker people go into that profession, but because in every doctorâs life thereâs one particular patient, one group of patients, who transcend the therapeutic situation and become a part of the therapist.â
âTransference.â
âYes. A necessary ingredient for therapy, and fraught with danger if one is not careful. Look whatâs happening to you, for days youâve immersed yourself in another personâs illness ⦠assuming part of that illness yourself.â
âIâve never met her.â
âThereâs a little of the demonic Helen in all of usâthe ancients would say that youâve released a vase of evil. Thatâs what Helen is, you know. An amoral person who will, at any cost, satisfy herself.â
âYouâre beginning to sound like Will.â
âNot quite so perverted, I hope. Heâs seen so many of those people that heâs begun to think the whole world is populated with them.â
âIf there is an incarnate evil we would all have the seedsâthereâd be that potential in all of us.â
âIn that respect I agree with Haversham. Most of us have been able to control and temper it.â
âI canât believe that, Oliver. I listen when Will says it, but not from you.â
âLook what men do in war.â
âThatâs mass insanity.â
âWe must enjoy it, we do it so often.â
âThen weâre all insane.â
âThatâs a contradiction in terms. Letâs say that all of us bear the potential of psychosis ⦠we have to consciously fight against succumbing.â
She laughed, âEven you and I?â
âEveryone.â
After dinner Rob and Tavie sat at a small table on the hotelâs open porch. A benign ocean breeze intertwined with the soft ballads of the guitarist. The small brandy snifters reflected the gas lamps on the porch railings as inconspicuous waiters walked efficiently between the tables. Contentment fused into the setting and Tavie felt that she had never experienced a more perfect evening.
Something Oliver had said gnawed at her and she put her hand on Robâs. âRob, while you were in the serviceâyou never hurt anyone.â
âNo. Remember, I was too young for Korea and too old for Vietnam. What kind of question is that?â
âBut you would have?â
âI donât know. At the time I was young. Running around the countryside shooting blanks at fake enemies seemed an extension of childrenâs games. A kidâs game that got boring. I think a lot of us wondered what
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