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not exist in a vacuum. There’s a social context here. If there’s nowhere for her mother and her to live, that isn’t exactly therapeutic, is it?”
    I listened, certain there was more. Sure enough: “Now you may ask, what about psychotherapy? What about behavior modification? My answer is: What about them? There is no chance of this particular mother developing the capacity for insight to successfully benefit from psychotherapy. And she lacks the ability to even comply with a stable system of rules and regulations necessary for behavior mod. What she can deal with is administering three pills a day to her child. Pills that work. And I don’t mind telling you, I don’t feel a damn bit guilty about prescribing them, because I think they’re this child’s only hope.”
    It was a great ending. No doubt it made a big hit at the Western Pediatric Ladies Auxiliary Tea. But basically it was all crap. Pseudo-scientific gibberish mixed in with a lot of condescending fascism. Dope up the Untermenschen to make them good citizens.
    He had worked himself up a bit. But now he was perfectly composed, as handsome and in control as ever.
    “I haven’t convinced you, have I?” He smiled.
    “It’s not a matter of that. You raise some interesting points. I’ll have to think about it.”
    “That’s always a good idea, thinking things over.” He rubbed his hands together. “Now, back to what you came for—and please forgive my little diatribe. You really think that taking this child off stimulants will make her more susceptible to hypnosis.”
    “I do.”
    “Despite the fact that her concentration will be poorer?”
    “Despite that. I’ve got inductions that are especially suited for children with short attention spans.”
    The snowy eyebrows rose.
    “Oh, really? I’ll have to find out about those. You know, I did some hypnosis, too. In the Army, for pain control. I know it works.”
    “I can send you some recent publications.”
    “Thank you, Alex.” He rose and it was clear that my time was up.
    “Pleasure to meet you, Alex.” Another handshake.
    “The pleasure is mine, Will.” This was getting sickening.
    The unasked question hung in the air. Towle snagged it.
    “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do,” he said, smiling ever faintly.
    “Yes?”
    “I’m going to think about it.”
    “I see.”
    “Yes, I’ll think it over. Call me in a couple of days.”
    “I’ll do that, Will.” And may your hair and teeth fall out overnight, you sanctimonious bastard.
    On the way out Edna glared and Sandi smiled at me. I ignored them both and rescued Milo from the trio of munchkins that was climbing over him as if he were playground equipment. We made our way through the now-boiling mob of children and mothers and reached the car safely.

5
    I TOLD Milo about the encounter with Towle as we drove back to my place.
    “Power play.” His forehead creased and cherry-sized lumps appeared just above his jawline.
    “That and something else that I can’t quite figure. He’s a strange guy. Comes across very courtly—almost obsequious—then you realize he’s playing games.”
    “Why’d he have you come all the way out there for something like that?”
    “I don’t know.” It was a puzzle, his taking time out from a frantic afternoon to deliver a leisurely lecture. Our entire conversation could have been handled in a five-minute phone call. “Maybe it’s his idea of recreation. One-upping another professional.”
    “Hell of a hobby for a busy man.”
    “Yeah, but the ego comes first. I’ve met guys like Towle before, obsessed with being in control, with being the boss. Lots of them end up as department heads, deans and chairmen of committees.”
    “And captains and inspectors and police chiefs.”
    “Right …”
    “You going to call him like he said?” He sounded defeated.
    “Sure, for what it’s worth.”
    “Yeah.”
    Milo reclaimed his Fiat and after a few moments of prayer and pumping it started up. He