"Hoffman-HauntedHumans" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoffman Abbie)

"Come on, Morgan," said Dr. Dara.

As Morgan followed Dr. Dara back into her office, Clift came out. "Let's not
discuss integration today, Doctor, all right? You know we're not a true
multiple, and I think integration would be bad for Morgan. If anything, he needs
to build himself up at the expense of the rest of us. He's still too wide open.
Imagine us picking up another one. I can't seem to convince him to close the
door. You get him started thinking he can work us in here with him and he'll
start accepting any damn Tom, Dick, or Mary that comes along and knocks."

"What topic would you suggest, Clift?" asked Dr. Dara.

"We definitely, definitely, need more work on socialization. That speech worked
-- wasn't that great? We've said that about six times in the correct context
since last week, and Morgan's finally starting to believe it works. I tell him
things and tell him things and he just doesn't pay attention, but when you tell
him, he actually listens."

"Well, yes, that is my function, Clift. Let me just check with Morgan, see if
he's got an agenda for this afternoon, all right?"

"Okay," said Clift grumpily and subsided.

"Did you find the tape in the dictaphone?" Dr. Bollings asked D.J. as D.J.
handed her a stack of message slips and opened and sorted mail.

"Oh," D.J. said. With the picture Morgan had drawn in front of her, she had
trouble concentrating on work at all. She turned the picture face down and
forced all her thoughts about Chase away. She had a lot of practice ditching
thoughts of Chase, but she knew she would have to think hard about him soon.
This was just too weird. Something must have happened. She needed to find and
read some recent newspapers, though she had been avoiding news in the three
years since the trial. "It's been such a madhouse I haven't gone into your
office since lunchtime. Is the tape long? I'll stay till I finish typing it."

"Just a few letters, but they should go out today."

"I'll get right on it." She got the tape out of Dr. Bollings' dictaphone,
plugged it into her own, rewound it, started the computer, macro'd up the letter
format, and began typing, putting her brain on auto.

Dear Dr. Kennedy:

*
I was pleased to receive your recent inquiry regarding office space.
Regrettably, I must tell you that our last vacancy was filled a month ago. If I
can be of any help to you in recommending other local office facilities, please
do not hesitate to contact me.

Sincerely,