Part 4 (2/2)
She was also very desirable.
Up until a moment ago, Harry had considered swimming a delightful distraction. But now--
”How's the water?” she called.
”Fine.”
She nodded, smiling down at him.
”Aren't you coming in?” he asked.
”No.”
”Then what are you doing here?”
”I was looking for you, Harry.”
”You know my name?”
She nodded again. ”Dr. Manschoff told me.”
”You mean, he sent you here to find me?”
”That's right.”
”But I don't understand. If you're not going swimming, then why--I mean--”
Her smile broadened. ”It's just part of the therapy, Harry.”
”Part of the therapy?”
”That's right. _Part._” She giggled. ”Don't you think you'd like to come out of the water now and see what the rest of it might be?”
Harry thought so.
With mounting enthusiasm, he eagerly embraced his treatment and entered into a state of active cooperation.
It was some time before he ventured to comment on the situation.
”Manschoff is a d.a.m.ned good diagnostician,” he murmured. Then he sat up. ”Are you a patient here?”
She shook her head. ”Don't ask questions, Harry. Can't you be satisfied with things as they are?”
”You're just what the doctor ordered, all right.” He gazed down at her. ”But don't you even have a name?”
”You can call me Sue.”
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