to him about them. He remembers them all... down to the last small detail, just like Uncle Ira would. But, Miles... there's no emotion. None! Just the pretense of it. The words, gesture, the tone of voice... everything else is the same, but not the feeling. Memories or not, he isn't my Uncle Ira. Wilma, I'm on your side. My business is people in trouble... and I'm going to find a way to help you. No one could possibly impersonate your Uncle Ira... without you or your Aunt Eleda or even me... seeing a million little differences. I want you to realize that. Think about it, and then you'll know... that the trouble is inside you. Wilma, where are you? Out on the lawn. Say nothing to her. Why, Miles, I didn't know you were here. Welcome home. Hello, Mrs. Lentz. Did you ask Miles to stay for dinner? Can't tonight. I'm making spoon bread. Please, don't tempt me. Maybe next time. Wilma, where are my glasses? I think they're on the mantelpiece. I'll go with you. Am I going crazy? Don't spare me. I've got to know. No, you're not. Even these days... it isn't as easy to go crazy as you might think. But you don't have to be losing your mind... to need psychiatric help. I'd like you to see a doctor friend of mine. - A psychiatrist? - Dan Kauffman. I'll make an appointment for you tomorrow. All right. But it's a waste of time. There's nothing wrong with me. Better break this up, or he'll start wondering. Wondering what? If I don't suspect. You've been a big help... and I don't want either of you to worry about me. I'll be all right. Sure you will. Staying here, Becky? Or may I drive you home? Would you like me to stay? Of course not. Good night. Good night. Nice having Becky back again, eh, boy? Sure is. In the back of my mind... a warning bell was ringing. Sick people who couldn't wait to see me... then suddenly were perfectly all right. A boy claiming his mother wasn't his mother. A woman claiming her uncle wasn't her uncle. But I didn't listen. Obviously, the boy's mother was his mother. I had seen her. And Uncle Ira was Uncle Ira. There was no doubt of that after I talked to him. Miles, he is Ira? Of course he is. What do you mean? It's just Wilma's so positive. Will she be all right? I think so. I'm a doctor, according to my diploma... but I don't really know what Wilma's trouble is. I could start talking psychiatrical jargon... but it's out of my line and in Dan Kauffman's. I wish you didn't have to go home for dinner. I don't. Dad's eating out with a friend. I could pick you up at 7:00. Well... It's summer, and the moon is full. "I know a bank... "where the wild thyme grows. " You haven't changed a bit. Whup! Whoa! Watch out! Sorry. Hey, Miles, when did you get back? This morning. How are you, Danny? This is Miss Driscoll. Dr. Kauffman... our one and only psychiatrist. Watch out what you say. Ed, you remember Becky. I should. I brought her into the world. You did us all a favor. This saves me a phone call. I've got a kid and a woman who need a witch doctor. Boy says his father isn't his father... and the woman says her sister isn't her sister? That's pretty close. I knew you'd been studying hypnosis... but when did you start reading minds? He doesn't have to read them. I've sent him a dozen patients since it started. What is it? What's going on? I don't know. A strange neurosis... evidently contagious... an epidemic of mass hysteria. In two weeks, it's spread all over town. What causes it? Worry about what's going on in the world. Make room for Wilma Lentz tomorrow. Send her in around 2:00. Good night. So long, Danny. This is the oddest thing I ever heard of. Let's hope we don't catch it. I'd hate to wake up some morning... and find out you weren't you. I'm not the high-school kid you used to romance. How could you tell? You really want to know? Mm-hmm. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Бродячий Пес: Бронеотряд Церберов на английском - текст Хорнблауэр: Герцогиня и дьявол на английском - текст Мольба на английском - текст Буйно помешанные на английском - текст Рука, качающая колыбель на английском |