Part 39 (1/2)
But Alette refused. In a session with her, Dr. Keller said, ”You don't use the paints I gave you, Alette. It's a shame to let them go to waste. You're so talented.”
How would you know?
”Don't you enjoy painting?”
”Yes.”
”Then why don't you do it?”
”Because I'm no good.” Stop pestering me. Stop pestering me.
”Who told you that?”
”My-my mother.”
”We haven't talked about your mother. Do you want to tell me about her?”
”There's nothing to tell.”
”She died in an accident, didn't she?”
There was a long pause. ”Yes. She died in an accident.”
The following day, Alette started to paint. She enjoyed being in the garden with her canvas and brushes. When she painted, she was able to forget everything else. Some of the patients would gather around her and watch. They talked in multicolored voices.
”Your paintings should be in a gallery.” Black.
”You're really good.” Yellow.
”Where did you learn to do that?” Black.
”Can you paint a picture of me sometime?” Orange.
”I wish I I knew how to do that.” Black. knew how to do that.” Black.
She was always sorry when her time was up and she had to go back into the big building.
”I want you to meet someone, Ashley. This is Lisa Garrett.” She was a woman in her fifties, small and wraithlike. ”Lisa is going home today.”
The woman beamed. ”Isn't that wonderful? And I owe it all to Dr. Keller.”
Gilbert Keller looked at Ashley and said, ”Lisa suffered from MPD and had thirty alters.”
”That's right, dear. And they're all gone.”
Dr. Keller said pointedly, ”She's the third MPD patient leaving us this year.”
And Ashley felt a surge of hope.
Alette said, ”Dr. Keller is sympathetic. He really seems to like us.”
”You're b.l.o.o.d.y stupid,” Toni scoffed. ”Don't you see what's happening? I told you once. He's pretending to like us so we'll do what he wants us to do. And do you know what that is? He wants to bring us all together, luv, and then convince Ashley that she doesn't need us. And do you know what happens then? You and I die. Is that what you want? I don't.”
”Well, no,” Alette said hesitantly.
”Then listen to me. We go along with the doctor. We make him believe that we're really trying to help him. We string him along. We're in no hurry. And I promise you that one day I'll get us out of here.”
”Whatever you say, Toni.”
”Good. So we'll let old Dockie think he's doing just great.”
A letter arrived from David. In the envelope was a photograph of a small boy. The letter read: Dear Ashley,I hope that you're coming along well and that the therapy is progressing. Everything's fine here. I'm working hard and enjoying it. Enclosed is a photograph of our two-year-old, Jeffrey. At the rate he's growing, in a few minutes, he'll be getting married. There's no real news to report. I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you.Sandra joins me in sending our warm regards,David Ashley studied the photograph. He's a beautiful little boy, He's a beautiful little boy, she thought. she thought. I hope he has a happy life. I hope he has a happy life.
She went to lunch, and when she returned, the photograph was on the floor of her room, torn to bits.
June 15, 1:30 P.M.
Patient: Ashley Patterson. Therapy session using Sodium Amytal. Alter, Alette Peters.
”Tell me about Rome, Alette.”
”It's the most beautiful city in the world. It's filled with great museums. I used to visit all of them.” What would you know about museums? What would you know about museums?
”And you wanted to be a painter?”
”Yes.” What did you think I wanted to be, a firefighter? What did you think I wanted to be, a firefighter?
”Did you study painting?”
”No, I didn't.” Can't you go bother someone else? Can't you go bother someone else?
”Why not? Because of what your mother told you?”
”Oh, no. I just decided that I wasn't good enough.” Toni, get him away from me! Toni, get him away from me!
”Did you have any traumas during that period? Did any terrible things happen to you that you can recall?”
”No. I was very happy.” Toni! Toni!
August 15, 9:00 A.M.
Patient: Ashley Patterson. Hypnotherapy session with alter, Toni Prescott.
”Do you want to talk about London, Toni?”
”Yes. I had a lovely time there. London is so civilized. There's so much to do there.”
”Did you have any problems?”
”Problems? No. I was very happy in London.”