Tell Me Your Dreams

Chapter Twenty-Five

I know what the bloody hell you're trying to do, Dockie. You're trying to make Ashley think you're her friend."

"I am her friend, Toni, and yours."

"No, you're not. You think she's great, and I'm nothing."

"You're wrong. I respect you and Alette as much as I respect Ashley. You're all equally important to me."

"Is that true?"

"Yes. Toni, when I told you that you had a beautiful singing voice, I meant it. Do you play an instrument?"

"Piano."

"If I could arrange for you to use the piano in the recreation hall so you can play and sing, would you be interested?"

"I might be." She sounded excited.

Dr. Keller smiled. "Then I'll be happy to do it. It will be there for you to use."

"Thanks."

Dr. Keller arranged for Toni to have private access to the recreation room for one hour every afternoon. In the beginning, the doors were closed, but as other inmates heard the piano music and the singing from inside, they opened the door to listen. Soon, Toni was entertaining dozens of patients.

Dr. Keller was looking over his notes with Dr. Lewison.

Dr. Lewison said, "What about the other one - Alette?"

"I've set it up for her to paint in the garden every afternoon. She'll be watched, of course. I think it's going to be good therapy."

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.

"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 bar 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 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 bloody 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 tile 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 inmates, 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, she thought. 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 all the great museums. I used to visit all of them." What 'could you know about museums?

"And you wanted to be a painter?"

"Yes." 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?

"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!

"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!

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."

"Nothing had happened there at all that you remember?"

"Of course not." What are you going to make of that, you willy?

Each session brought back memories to Ashley. When she went to bed at night, she dreamed that she was at Global Computer Graphics. Shane Miller was there, and he was complimenting her on some work she had done. "We couldn't get along without you, Ashley. We're going to keep you here forever." Then the scene shifted to a prison cell, and Shane Miller was saying, "Well, I hate to do this now, but under the circumstances, the company is terminating you. Naturally, we can't afford to be connected with anything like this. You understand, don't you? There's nothing personal in this."

In the morning, when Ashley awakened, her pillow I was wet with tears.

Alette was saddened by the therapy sessions. They reminded her of how much she missed Rome and how happy she had been with Richard Melton. We could have had such a happy life together, but now it is too late. Too late.

Toni hated the therapy sessions because they brought back too many bad memories for her, too. Everything she had done had been to protect Ashley and Alette. But did anybody appreciate her? No. She was locked away as though she were some kind of criminal. But I'll get out of here, Toni promised herself. I'll get out of here.

The pages of the calendar were wiped away by time, and another year came and went. Dr. Keller was getting more and more frustrated.

"I've read your latest report," Dr. Lewison told Gilbert Keller. "Do you think there's a genuine lacuna, or are they playing games?"

"They're playing games, Otto. It's as though they know what I'm trying to do, and they won't let me. I think Ashley genuinely wants to help, but they won't allow her to. Usually under hypnosis you can get through to them, but Toni is very strong. She takes complete control, and she's dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

"Yes. Imagine how much hatred she must have in her to murder and castrate five men."

The rest of the year went no better.