We were all busy and we bleshed.
I sat up on the couch suddenly.
Stern said, ‘What’s the matter?’
‘Nothing’s the matter. This isn’t getting me any place.’
‘You said that when you’d barely started. Do you think you’ve accomplished anything since then?’
‘Oh, yeah, but—‘
‘Then how can you be sure you’re right this time?’ When I didn’t say anything, he asked me, ‘Didn’t you like this last stretch?’
I said angrily, ‘I didn’t like or not like. It didn’t mean nothing. It was just—just talk.’
‘So what was the difference between this last session and what happened before?’
‘My gosh, plenty! The first one, I felt everything. It was all really happening to me. But this time—nothing.’