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"I--" "I doubt it's the body," Clift continued, holding out his arms and looking down at Morgan's slender frame. "I've been trying to get him interested in swimming, but one of the others died by drowning and won't go near water. Or is this a body type that appeals to you?" "No, I --" "Wait a minute," Clift said. "Wait. A. Minute. It's Gary, isn't it?" D.J. sighed and closed her eyes. "That prick?" Saul yelled. "You know he's a cop? We got a damned cop in here with us. Pushy rude bastard!" "D.J., is that the story? It's Gary you want to see?" Clift asked. "Was the picture that important?" "I'm sorry, Clift. Sorry, Morgan. I think I know . . . . " She couldn't believe what she was about to say. D.J. had never known quite what to make of Morgan and his many voices. Dr. Kabukin was not a slave to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders the way Dr. Bollings was; she didn't diagnose her disorder. So D.J. didn't have a convenient label for Morgan. She just thought he was funny, and found several of his voices willing to play games with her, even though they also enjoyed irritating her. But Gary -- that was a different story. If Gary were Gary Campbell, the cop she had known in San Francisco . . . . How could she deny it? How could Morgan possibly know enough about her to draw a picture of Chase Kennedy out of the blue? The explanation she came up with was too silly to think about. But she had to think about it anyway. Maybe all the voices in Morgan were indeed different people. Maybe he was psychic and tuned in to all these other people, or maybe -- "Clift, are you a ghost?" "Why, D.J., you're the first person besides Morgan to come up with that explanation. I'm flattered." "Yes, but would you answer?" "And I've told Dr. Kabukin about that, too, but she continues to nurse her own pet theories. We do make progress, when she gives us ideas about how to handle society in a way that won't scare it, but when she tries to get us to consider getting together, one has to shudder." D.J. tried a different tack. "How did you die, Clift?" |
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