Self-Defense by JONATHAN KELLERMAN

“Okay, take a nice deep breath and get even more relaxed, more and more peaceful, very much in control, hearing the sound of my voice but staying totally in control of your own feelings and perceptions. Good. . . . Now I’d like you to picture yourself in a room with a giant TV screen. A very pleasant, comfortable room. You’re in a comfortable chair and the screen is in front of you. You’re watching the screen and feeling very relaxed. On the screen is a calendar with today’s date on it. A desk calendar, the type with pages that flip. Can you see it?”

Right finger.

“Good. This calendar is special. Instead of each page being a day, this calendar holds the same date and changes years. The top page is today’s date, this year. The one under it is today’s date, last year—watch as I flip it.”

Her right hand twitched and her eyes moved.

“Can you see last year’s date?”

Right finger.

“Now I’m going to flip the next page.”

Twitch.

“What date is it?”

Her lips moved. “Two . . . years ago.”

“Right. Today’s date, two years ago. Let’s stay with that date for a minute. Take a deep breath and count to three, and at three you can go to where you were on that date. But you’ll be watching yourself on the screen. As if you’re watching someone else. Seeing what you need to see. But no matter what happens on the screen, it doesn’t have to bother you. Understand? Good. Okay, ready: One. Two. Three.”

She inhaled and let it out through an open mouth. The faintest of nods.

“Where are you now, Lucy?”

Pause. “Work.”

“At work?”

Right finger.

“Where at work?”

“Desk.”

“At your desk. Good. Now tell me what you’re doing at your desk.”

She tightened her face; then it loosened very slowly.

“Simkins . . . Manufacturing . . . accounts receivable.”

“Doing the books on Simkins Manufacturing. Is it a big job?”

Right finger.

“A big accounting job. How do the books look?”

Pause. Her brows knitted. “Sloppy.”

“Sloppy.”

Right finger.

“But that doesn’t bother you, because you’re just watching it, you’re not experiencing it.”

Her brow relaxed.

“Good. Do you want to stay there for a while, working?”

Left finger. Smile.

“No?”

“Boring.”

“Okay, let’s go to another year. Take a deep breath, count to three, and we’ll return to our calendar on the screen. One. Two. Three.”

I took her back in time, gradually, careful to avoid the summer in Boston. She remembered her sixteenth summer, playing gin rummy with a cleaning maid in her summer school dorm room, no other children around. Twelve was similar isolation, reading Jane Eyre in a room with a single bed. As she felt herself younger, her posture loosened and her voice got higher, more tentative, displaying an occasional stammer.

I brought her back to the age of eight—a summer at yet another boarding school. Riding horseback with the headmistress but unable to remember any other children.

No mention of Puck or any other family member.

The loneliness she’d grown up with became more vivid. I felt sad and made sure to keep that out of my voice.

She sat very low in the chair, nearly supine, ankles crossed, knees slightly apart, a fingertip on her lip.

I changed the date on the calendar to August 14. Took her back to age six. Her eyes moved very fast and her voice assumed a slight whine as she told me about losing a favorite doll.

Breathing deeply and peacefully.

“Okay,” I said, “now let’s flip two more pages, Lucy. You’re four years old.”

Her breath caught and she knuckled her eyes.

“Deeper relaxed, Lucy. So, so peaceful. Watching the screen, so it doesn’t have to bother you.”

Her hands fell to her lap. Her legs spread more, the feet turned on their side.

“Four years old,” I said. “What are you watching?”

Silence.

“Lucy?”

“House.” Very soft, very high, almost a squeak.

“Watching a house on the screen.”

“Uh-hu-uh.”

“A nice house?”

Silence. “House.”

“Okay. Do you want to keep watching that house?”

Left finger.

“You want to watch something else?”

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