you?"

"No. I'll be all right," I said. I was still

confused. but I didn't want to keep telling her. I could

see something else was bothering her. too.

I ate what I could, and we left for the doctor's

office in West Palm Beach, He had offices at the

neurological center. Everyone was very nice to us.

The doctor first spoke with me for a while, and they

decided to put Inc through some tests, which included

eye exams, hearing, a brain scan, even examining my

feet. I was there most of the day. In the end the doctor

concluded I had no physical problems. Mommy told

him she had thought so. The conclusion was I should

see a therapist because my problems were mental and

emotional. He suggested I see a Dr. Anderson, and

Mommy made that appointment the following day. In the meantime Kirby came home, and

although they didn't argue in front of me I heard them

bickering in their suite. Later that evening he came to

my room to see me. I was trying to read again, hoping that it would make me tired enough to get a goad night's rest. I kept thinking I had already read this

book. but I wasn't positive, so I read on.

He knocked on the door and peered in. "So," he

said, slipping in and closing the door softly behind

him. "you haven't been feeling well. huh?"

I just looked at him without replying. He

seemed very nervous, tense, his eves shifting from

one side of the room to the other and avoiding directly

gazing at me. I was surprised that he looked unshaven.

too. His hair wasn't its neat perfect self. and his jacket

was wrinkled as it would be if he had slept in it. "Your mother's driving me mad," he said. "All

of a sudden I'm the one who's neglecting her, and it's

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