He turned his back. I think he was going to pace the floor, but right away he turned again. I knew then he would keep an eye on me. He said, ‘You’ve come a long way since you walked in here.’
I nodded. ‘You’re a good head-shrinker.’
‘Thanks,’ he said bitterly. ‘And you figure you’re all cured now, all adjusted and ready to roll.’
‘Well sure. Don’t you?’
He shook his head. ‘All you’ve found out is what you are. You have a lot more to learn.’
I was willing to be patient. ‘Like?’
‘Like finding out what happens to people who have to live with guilt like yours. You’re different, Gerry, but you’re not that different.’
‘I should feel guilty about saving my life?’
He ignored that. ‘One other thing: You said a while back that you’d been mad at everybody all your life—that’s the way you lived. Have you ever wondered why?’
‘Can’t say I have.’