Tell Me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon

“È molto bello.”

“I’m sure. Do you know Toni?”

“Sì, naturalmente.”

“She has an English accent.”

“Toni was born in London.”

“Right. Alette, I want to ask you about these murders. Do you have any idea who—?”

And David and Dr. Salem watched as Ashley’s face and personality changed again before their eyes. Without her saying a word, they knew that she had become Toni.

“You’re wasting your time with her, luv.”

There was that English accent.

“Alette doesn’t know anything. I’m the one you’re going to have to talk to.”

“All right, Toni. I’ll talk to you. I have some questions for you.”

“I’m sure you do, but I’m tired.” She yawned. “Miss Tight Ass has kept us up all night. I’ve got to get some sleep.”

“Not now, Toni. Listen to me. You have to help us to—”

Her face hardened. “Why should I help you? What has Miss Goody Two-shoes done for Alette or me? All she ever does is keep us from having fun. Well, I’m sick of it, and I’m sick of her. Do you hear me?” She was screaming, her face contorted.

Dr. Salem said, “I’m going to bring her out of it.”

David was perspiring. “Yes.”

Dr. Salem leaned close to Ashley. “Ashley…Ashley . .. Everything is fine. Close your eyes now. They’re very heavy, very heavy. You’re completely relaxed. Ashley, your mind is at peace. Your body is relaxed. You’re going to wake up at the count of five, completely relaxed. One…” He looked over at David and then back at Ashley. “Two…”

Ashley began to stir. They watched her expression start to change.

“Three…”

Her face softened.

“Four…”

They could sense her returning, and it was an eerie feeling.

“Five.”

Ashley opened her eyes. She looked around the room. “I feel—Was I asleep?”

David stood there, staring at her, stunned.

“Yes,” Dr. Salem said.

Ashley turned to David. “Did I say anything? I mean…was I helpful?”

My God, David thought. She doesn’t know! She really doesn’t know! David said, “You did fine, Ashley. I’d like to talk to Dr. Salem alone.”

“All right.”

“I’ll see you later.”

The men stood there, watching the matron lead Ashley away.

David sank into a chair. “What—what the hell was that all about?”

Dr. Salem took a deep breath. “In all the years that I’ve been practicing, I’ve never seen a more clear-cut case.”

“A case of what?”

“Have you ever heard of multiple personality disorder?”

“What is it?”

“It’s a condition where there are several completely different personalities in one body. It’s also known as dissociative identity disorder. It’s been in the psychiatric literature for more than two hundred years. It usually starts because of a childhood trauma. The victim shuts out the trauma by creating another identity. Sometimes a person will have dozens of different personalities or alters.”

“And they know about each other?”

“Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no. Toni and Alette know each other. Ashley is obviously not aware of either of them. Alters are created because the host can’t stand the pain of the trauma. It’s a way of escape. Every time a fresh shock occurs, a new alter can be born. The psychiatric literature on the subject shows that alters can be totally different from one another. Some alters are stupid, while others are brilliant. They can speak different languages. They have varied tastes and personalities.”

“How—how common is this?”

“Some studies suggest that one percent of the entire population suffers from multiple personality disorder, and that up to twenty percent of all patients in psychiatric hospitals have it.”

David said, “But Ashley seems so normal and—”

“People with MPD are normal…until an alter takes over. The host can have a job, raise a family and live a perfectly ordinary life, but an alter can take over at any time. An alter can be in control for an hour, a day or even weeks, and then the host suffers a fugue, a loss of time and memory, for the period that the alter is in charge.”

“So Ashley—the host—would have no recollection of anything that the alter does?”

“None.”

David listened, spellbound.

“The most famous case of multiple personality disorder was Bridey Murphy. That’s what first brought the subject to the public’s attention. Since then, there have been an endless number of cases, but none as spectacular or as well publicized.”