“Right now, I can’t even reach Ashley.”
“I suppose this means having to start the treatment all over.”
Dr. Keller was thoughtful. “Not really, Otto. We’ve arrived at the point where the three alters have gotten to know one another. That was a big breakthrough. The next step was to get them to integrate. I have to find a way to do that.”
“That damned article—”
“It’s fortunate for us that Toni saw that article.”
Otto Lewison looked at him in surprise. “Fortunate?”
“Yes. Because there’s that residual hate in Toni. Now that we know it’s there, we can work on it. I want to try an experiment. If it works, we’ll be in good shape. If it doesn’t”—he paused and added quietly—”then I think Ashley may have to be confined here for the rest of her life.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I think it’s a bad idea for Ashley’s father to see her again, but I want to hire a national clipping service, and I want them to send me every article that appears about Dr. Patterson.”
Otto Lewison blinked. “What’s the point?”
“I’m going to show them all to Toni. Eventually, her hate has to burn itself out. That way I can monitor it and try to control it.”
“It may take a long time, Gilbert.”
“At least a year, maybe longer. But it’s the only chance Ashley has.”
Five days later Ashley had taken over.
When Dr. Keller walked into the padded cell, Ashley said, “Good morning, Gilbert. I’m sorry that all this happened.”
“I’m glad it did, Ashley. We’re going to get all of our feelings out in the open.” He nodded to the guard to remove the legirons and handcuffs.
Ashley stood up and rubbed her wrists. “That wasn’t very comfortable,” she said. They walked out into the corridor. “Toni’s very angry.”
“Yes, but she’s going to get over it. Here’s my plan…”
There were three or four articles about Dr. Steven Patterson every month. One read: “Dr. Steven Patterson is to wed Victoria Aniston in an elaborate wedding ceremony on Long Island this Friday. Dr. Patterson’s colleagues will fly in to attend…”
Toni was hysterical when Dr. Keller showed the story to her.
“That marriage isn’t going to last long.”
“Why do you say that, Toni?”
“Because he’s going to be dead!”
“Dr. Steven Patterson has resigned from St. John’s Hospital and will head the cardiac staff at Manhattan Methodist Hospital.…”
“So he can rape all the little girls there,” Toni screamed.
“Dr. Steven Patterson received the Lasker Award for his work in medicine and is being honored at the White House.…”
“They should hang the bastard!” Toni yelled.
Gilbert Keller saw to it that Toni received all the articles written about her father. And as time went by, with each new item, Toni’s rage seemed to be diminishing. It was as though her emotions had been worn out. She went from hatred to anger and, finally, to a resigned acceptance.
There was a mention in the real estate section. “Dr. Steven Patterson and his new bride have moved into a home in Manhattan, but they plan to purchase a second home in the Hamptons and will be spending their summers there with their daughter, Katrina.”
Toni started sobbing. “How could he do that to us?”
“Do you feel that that little girl has taken your place, Toni?”
“I don’t know. I’m—I’m confused.”
Another year went by. Ashley had therapy sessions three times a week. Alette painted almost every day, but Toni refused to sing or play the piano.
At Christmas, Dr. Keller showed Toni a new clipping. There was a picture of her father and Victoria and Katrina. The caption read: THE PATTERSONS CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS IN THE HAMPTONS.
Toni said wistfully, “We used to spend Christmases together. He always gave me wonderful gifts.” She looked at Dr. Keller. “He wasn’t all bad. Aside from the—you know—he was a good father. I think he really loved me.”
It was the first sign of a new breakthrough.
One day, as Dr. Keller passed the recreation room, he heard Toni singing and playing the piano. Surprised, he stepped into the room and watched her. She was completely absorbed in the music.