November 20, 2007
“You don’t sound mad at all. You sound, you’ve always sounded, sane. Messed up, confused, off the wall, whaky, but not mad.” She squeezed my hand to reassure me. “But do you think it’s doing you any good? Is it helping you deal with things?” “Da-dah” Sally returned with the food and wine. “Not interrupting was I?” “Bea was asking me about the therapy.” I said helping Sally discharge the food from the tray. “And how is it going? We do wonder, you know, if it’s working. Helping. Whatever the correct phrase is.” Sally put the tray on the floor.