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"Incestuous?" Suit said.
"Twins sharing the same lovers?" Molly said. "There has to be something incestuous going on."
"Christ," Suit said. "Jesse?"
"Don't know much about it," Jesse said. "But I know someone who does."
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Y
OU WANT ME to explain repressed incest, once removed," Dix said. "Among people I've never met?"
"Yuh," Jesse said.
"While I'm at it, would you like me to help you with your mental health?"
"Sure," Jesse said.
Dix sat back in his chair and put his feet up.
"Okay, tell me what you know," Dix said.
While Jesse told him, Dix looked steadily at Jesse and never moved. When Jesse was through, Dix remained motionless and silent for what seemed to Jesse a full minute.
Then he said, "First, I'm sure you understand that this is not psychotherapy."
Jesse nodded.
"I am at best an educated consultant in this."
"Puts you ahead of me," Jesse said.
"You've been a cop long enough to know the difference between what you speculate about a suspect you haven't met and what you learn in an interview."
"Tell me what you speculate," Jesse said.
"Let's see what we've got here," Dix said. "They are identical twins."
"Yes," Jesse said.
"They were raised together simultaneously in the same environment."
"Yes."
"The father was a successful philanderer and an associate, at least, of criminals."
"Yes."
"The mother is rigid and religious."
"Yes."
"The twins are not close to their mother."
"Doesn't seem so," Jesse said.
"But they are close to each other," Dix said. "They dress alike, act alike. Apparently think alike."
"I have the sense that the parents encouraged them in that," Jesse said. "Mother thought it was God's will. Father thought it was cute."
"In some cases when two people are having sex with the same third party, one can speculate that they are trying in fact to access each other," Dix said.
"Through an intermediary," Jesse said.
"Yes."
"You think that's what's going on here."
"Not exactly," Dix said. "They might both be trying to access the father through a surrogate."
"And married the surrogates that seemed most like Dad?" Jesse said.
"Maybe," Dix said.
"Why together?" Jesse said.
"They are almost each other," Dix said. "They may experience life as each other. It may alleviate guilt to be with each other. Perhaps it also cements their each-otherness."
"What about Ognowski?"
"Maybe Molly's right," Dix said. "Maybe Knocko was too repellent for one . . . or, for that matter, for both. In any case, it doesn't change anything. The pathology seems firmly established, and if the usual way didn't work, it would find another."
"But we don't know if any of this is true," Jesse said.
"No," Dix said. "It's an educated hypothesis which explains the data we have."
"It's a guess," Jesse said.
"Exactly," Dix said.
"And even if it's accurate," Jesse said, "what good does it do me?"
"Not my department," Dix said.
"Better to know than not to know, I suppose."
"Of course, we don't actually know anything," Dix said.
"It's an educated hypothesis which explains the data we have," Jesse said.
"Well said."
"But it still doesn't explain two murders," Jesse said.
"No," Dix said. "It doesn't. But it might help define the area of speculation."
"Man," Jesse said. "Sometimes you talk just like a shrink."
"There's probably a reason for that," Dix said.
"Where do I go from here?" Jesse said.
"I don't know," Dix said.
"You're supposed to know."
Dix smiled.
"I never promised you a rose garden," he said.
"No one seems to," Jesse said.
They were silent for a moment.
Then Dix said, "We have some time left."
Jesse nodded.
"Why was I so taken with them?" he said.
"The twins," Dix said.
"Yeah. I was so envious of them that I went on a bender," Jesse said.
"And why was it you were so envious?" Dix said.
Jesse said, "Why wouldn't I be?"
Dix moved his shoulders in something that might have been a shrug.
"Everybody wants to be loved," Jesse said.
"Love manifests," Dix said, "in many ways."
"Wow," Jesse said. "That's a real shrink phrase."
"Feeling some anger?" Dix said. "At me?"
Jesse shrugged.
"Why do you suppose you're angry?" Dix said.
Jesse took in a deep breath and let it out in slow exasperation.
"Because you're leading me to face something I don't want to face," he said.
Dix said nothing.
"They were both so submissive," Jesse said. "So . . ." He made a circular motion with his hand as he searched for the word.
"Self-abnegating?" Dix said.
"Hoo-ha!" Jesse said. "Self-abnegating."
"You know what it means," Dix said.
Jesse nodded.
"And you're right," he said. "I loved how self-abnegating they were."
"So, if they put themselves aside . . . ?" Dix said.
"Then they totally belonged to the husband," Jesse said.
Dix waited. He leaned back a little farther. His elbows were on the arms of his chair. His hands were folded in front of him. He rubbed the balls of his thumbs lightly together.
"What woman would want that?" Jesse said.
Dix waited.
"What man would want a woman to be like that?" Jesse said.
Dix waited.
"I don't like women like that," Jesse said.
Dix moved his head slightly. It might have been a nod.
"A woman like that couldn't leave me," Jesse said.
Dix nodded.
"Jesus," Jesse said. "I was asking Jenn to do things she couldn't do, and shouldn't."
"Probably," Dix said.
"And then I blamed her when she cheated."
"Tough place for Jenn to be," Dix said.
"Why the hell am I like that?" Jesse said.
Dix looked at his watch.
"Don't know," he said. "Maybe we'll find out. Maybe we'll never know. But perhaps you won't make the same mistake again."
Jesse nodded. When he left the office, he felt a little dizzy. And his head felt overused.
40
W
HAT'S THAT EASEL ?" Cheryl said.
They were sitting at Sunny's kitchen counter. Sunny had toasted some English muffins for breakfast, and they were eating the muffins and drinking coffee.
"I'm painting a picture," Sunny said.
"You're a painter?"
"Sort of," Sunny said.
Cheryl went down and looked at the painting.
"It's a dog," Cheryl said.
"Yes."
"Is it your dog?"
"It was," Sunny said. "Her name was Rosie."
"She dead?"
"Yes."
Cheryl walked back to the counter.
"That's too bad," she said. "I never had a dog."
Sunny nodded.
"Tell me how you ended up in the Rackley center," she said.
"I was walking back toward the Renewal House," Cheryl said. "And a car stopped ahead of me and a lady got out of the backseat and said could I help her with directions. So I say sure, and the lady yells into the car, 'Show her the map,' or something like that. I lean in to look at the map and the lady pushes me in and the guy grabs me and the lady gets in behind me and shuts the door and the car drove away."
"They say anything?" Sunny asked.
"Lady told me to shut up or I'd get hurt. I was scared. I did what they said. And they brought me to the school or whatever it was, and the white coats came and took me in and gave me some kind of shot in my arm and locked me in my room."
"Anyone ever talk with you?"
"Dr. Patton," she said.
"What did he tell you," Sunny said.
"He told me that the center was here to help, and I was there because my parents were worried about me."
"Did your parents come to see you?"
"I don't think so," Cheryl said. "I was kind of woozy most of the time."
"I've got a doctor appointment for you later today."
"How come I need a doctor?" Cheryl said.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," Sunny said. "It just seems like the right thing to do."
"Okay," Cheryl said. "Will you go with me?"
"Of course."
"What about that guy?"
"Spike?"
"The big, fat one," Cheryl said.
"Spike's built like a bear," Sunny said. "He's not as fat as he looks."
"Is he your boyfriend?" Cheryl said.
"No."
"Does he, like, work for you?"
"No, Spike is my best friend," Sunny said.
"But not your boyfriend."
"No," Sunny said. "Spike is gay."
"Wow," Cheryl said. "He doesn't look gay."
"I guess he feels gay," Sunny said.
"I thought gay guys were all, you know, fa-la-la," Cheryl said.
"Spike is not fa-la-la," Sunny said.
"Didn't he hammer the two white coats?"
"He did," Sunny said.
"I guess he's not," Cheryl said.
"So get showered and changed," Sunny said. "And I'll take you over to MGH to see my gyno."
"I don't think I like gynos much," Cheryl said.
"You've been to a gyno already?"
"Yes. My mother kept worrying I'd get pregnant. I didn't like him."
"You'll like Beth Thomson," Sunny said. "She's fun."
"The gyno my mother took me to was a man," Cheryl said.
"After that we'll go see your parents," Sunny said.
"No."
"Yeah, we gotta do that," Sunny said. "I'll be with you. We'll visit and leave. But we need to confront them."
"Why?"
"We need--you need, and I need--to figure out why they had you kidnapped."
"They don't want me to be with the Renewal."
Sunny nodded.
"We probably need to know a little more about why," Sunny said. "We also need to figure out how you and they can have a relationship."
"I don't want one," Cheryl said. "And neither do they."
"So, you're ready to be on your own at eighteen?" Sunny said.
"Todd will take care of me."
"And who takes care of Todd? What does either of you do for a living?"
"We'll make it work," Cheryl said. "We love each other."
"Might be able to make out better if your parents contributed to your support until you sort of got your feet under you."
"They won't do that," Cheryl said.
"Maybe we can insist," Sunny said.
" 'Insist'?"
"We sort of have the goods on them," Sunny said.
Cheryl stared at her.
"Can Spike come?" Cheryl said, after a moment of staring.
Sunny smiled.
"Sure," she said.
"I'd like to see my father yell at Spike," Cheryl said.
"He might yell," Sunny said. "I think Spike will remain calm."
"I bet my father would be scared of Spike."
"If your father has a brain," Sunny said.
"I'll go if Spike comes," Cheryl said.
"He'll come," Sunny said.
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