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a break, and now that Renata was an outpatient at Dr.
Fallon's private nuthouse, I wanted to be available in
case her load started to shift again. Of course, Fallon
wasn't about to let her stray too far. Twink had a
standing appointment to visit him every Friday after-
noon for an hour of what psychiatrists choose to call
"counseling"-at 15o bucks an hour. Twink wasn't too
happy about that, but, since it was one of the conditions
of her release, she grudgingly went along.
It was probably my connection with the university that
nudged Twink into deciding to enroll there. That made
her parents nervous, but Twink was way ahead of them.
"I can probably stay with Aunt Mary, Les," she told her
father. "She is a relative after all. Imposing on relatives
is one of those inalienable rights, isn't it?"
The boss looked dubious. His sister had violated one
of the more important rules of the Catholic Church when
she'd divorced an abusive husband, and her frequent
comments about "the Polack in Rome" had offended
Les more than a little.
"Maybe," he said evasively. "Let's find out what Dr.
Fallon has to say."
It was fairly obvious that old Les was trying to pass the
buck. I had a few doubts about the idea myself, so I
tagged along when the boss went to lay the idea in front
of Dr. Fallon.
"It's an interesting idea," Fallon mused. "Your
daughter's been a bit reclusive since she left here, and
the college experience might help her get past that. The
only problem I can see is the pressure that goes with
attending classes regularly, writing papers, and taking
tests. I don't know if she's ready for that yet."
"She could audit a few courses for a couple of
quarters," I suggested.
"Audit?" Les sounded startled.
"It's not like an audit by Internal Revenue, boss," I
assured him. "All it means in a college is that the
student sits in and listens. Twink wouldn't have to do
any course work, or write any papers, or take any tests,
because she wouldn't be graded. Wouldn't that take the
pressure off her, Doc?" I asked Fallon.
"I'd forgotten about that," he admitted.
"It isn't too common," I told him. "You don't come
across very many who take classes for fun, but we've
got a special situation here. I'll check it out and see
what's involved."
"That'd put it in an entirely different light," Fallon said.
"Renata gets the chance to broaden her social
experience without any pressure. What kind of work
does your sister do, Les?"