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“
Who wants to know and why?
”

“
I do, because I’m trying to understand you. To help you if I can.
”

Deep, impatient sigh. Speaking in a revved-up mumble, Thomas began to murmur Scripture. “
Thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will
build my church; and the gates of Hades shall not prevail against it; I will
give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of Heaven; and whatsoever thou
shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven.
” Thomas stopped, came up for air. “
Are you following me, Mrs. Gandhi? I’m a fisher of souls! The
keeper of the keys! It’s not my idea; it’s God’s. How do you like
them
apples, Suzie Q?
”

“
Suzie Q? Why am I Suzie Q?
”

“
How should I know why you’re Suzie Q? Go ask Suzie Wong. Go
check in with Suzie McNamara. Go shit in your hat while you’re at it.
”

I was leaning forward, staring at the tape recorder. When I looked up at Dr. Patel, I saw that she was watching me. “Umm?” I said, raising my hand.

She stopped the tape. “What is it, Mr. Birdsey?”

“Nothing, probably. It’s just that . . . I don’t even know if it means anything, but that was . . . that was what my stepfather used to call my mother sometimes. Suzie Q. For a second there, he sounded like Ray.”

“Was Suzie Q your mother’s nickname? Her name was Susan?”

“No. Her name was Concettina. Connie. My stepfather used to call her Suzie Q when he was . . .”

“Yes?”

Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed. Shaky. Demoted back to my childhood on Hollyhock Avenue. “When he was mad at her.

. . . When he was ridiculing her.”

She jotted something down. “That’s helpful, Mr. Birdsey. Thank you. This is exactly why I wanted to play the tape for you. You can provide insights and observations that I cannot get from reading your brother’s medical records. Please feel free to interrupt the tape whenever there’s something you want to tell me.”

I nodded. “He’s not usually like that, you know?” I said.

“Thomas.”

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“Like what?”

“Snotty. Sarcastic. That go-shit-in-your-hat stuff.”

She nodded. “It’s all right, Mr. Birdsey. I hear much worse in the course of a day. After some of the things I hear, ‘Go shit in your hat’

sounds almost courtly to me.” She put her finger on the “play” button, then took it off again. “Your stepfather?” she said. “Was he
often
derisive?”

I didn’t answer at first. Then I nodded.

“Relax, Mr. Birdsey.”

“I
am
relaxed.” She looked unconvinced. “
Really.
I
am.
”

“Look at your hands,” she said. “Listen to your breathing.”

Each hand was a fist. My breathing was fast and shallow. I flexed my fingers back and forth. “Better?” she said.

“I’m fine. He sounds pretty fried, though, doesn’t he? My brother? On the tape?”

“Fried?”

“He’s worse, I mean. Worse than he was when he was at Shanley, right after. . . . I was hoping that when you said you’d made some progress today, I was hoping . . .” That’s when I lost it. My chest heaved. My sobs came from nowhere. Dr. Patel handed me her box of tissues.

I looked away from her. Blew my nose. “I thought . . . I thought when I came in here and saw this Kleenex box that you had them on hand for, I don’t know, hysterical housewives or something. Women whose husbands just dumped them. I feel like a jerk.”

“Grief has no gender, Mr. Birdsey,” she said.

I took another tissue. Blew my nose again. “Is that what this is?

Grief?”

“Why wouldn’t you grieve, Mr. Birdsey? Your twin brother is, as you said, an abandoned house. If no one is home, then someone is missing. So you grieve.”

I stuffed the used tissue into my shirt pocket. Handed her back the box. “Yeah, but you’d think by now. . . . You figure you got a lid on things and then. . . .”

“Mr. Birdsey, human beings are not like—oh, those plastic con-

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tainers—what are they called? The ones Americans buy at parties?”

“At parties? . . . Tupperware, you mean?”

“Yes, yes. That’s it. People are not like Tupperware, with their lids on securely. Nor
should
they be, although the more I work with American men, the more I see it is their perceived ideal. Which is nonsense, really.
Very
unhealthy, Mr. Birdsey. Not something to aspire to at all. Never.” She was waving that scolding finger at me again.

I looked over at her grinning statue. “Hey, do me a favor, will you?” I said. “Call me Dominick.”

“Yes, yes. Very good. Dominick. Shall we go on, then?”

I nodded. Her finger hit the “play” button.

“
Mr. Birdsey, tell me a little bit about yourself.
”

“
Why? So you can sell my secrets to the Iraqis? Hand my head on a
platter to the CIA?
”

“
I have no connections to the CIA or to the Iraqis, Mr. Birdsey. No
hidden agendas whatsoever. My only agenda is to help you get better. To
take away some of your pain. Some of your burden.
”

No response.

“
You know, we have been talking to each other for several days now,
and yet I know very little about your family. Tell me about them
.”

Silence.

“
Your mother is deceased, correct?
”

Nothing.

“
And you have a stepfather?
”

Silence.

“
And a brother?
”

“
A
twin
brother. We’re identical twins. . . . He likes to read
.”

“
He does?
”

“
You should see his house. It’s filled with books. He’s very, very intelligent.
”

I smiled and shook my head. “That’s me,” I said. “Joe Einstein.”

“
And how about you, Mr. Birdsey? Do you like to read, too?
”

“
I read the Bible. I’m memorizing it.
”

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Yes? Why is that?
”

“
Because of the Communists.
”

“
I don’t understand.
”

“
If they take over, it’s the first thing they’ll do. Ban the Holy Word of
God. So I’m memorizing it. If they ever find out, I’ll be a hunted man.

My life won’t be worth a plugged nickel. I’ve seen their game plan. They
don’t realize it, but I have.
”

“
So the Bible is the only thing you read? Not newspapers or magazines? Or other books?
”

“
I read newspapers. I don’t have time for books. Or the patience. I had
my concentration stolen from me, you know? Not wholly. Partially.
”

“
Stolen?
”

“
When I was seventeen. Our family dentist was working secretly for
the KGB. He planted a device in me that damaged my ability to concentrate. I went to college, you know. Did you know that?
”

“
Yes, I read it in your record.
”

“
I couldn’t concentrate. Dr. Downs, his name was. They expelled him
during the Carter administration. Kept it very hush-hush.
”

“
This is your dentist you’re referring to?
”

“
That was his cover. They convicted him on my testimony. They
wanted to execute him, but I said no. I talked to Jimmy Carter about it
over the phone. He called me up and said, ‘What’ll we do?’ and I said

‘Thou shalt not kill. Period.’ I’m not a hypocrite. Who are you playing this
tape for, anyway?
”

“
You don’t remember? I’m playing it for Lisa Sheffer and your
brother. I’d also like to play portions to Dr. Chase if that’s okay, although
you said earlier you have some reservations about—
”

“
Do you think Muslims can’t change their names? Obtain false identification? It’s going to be put in a safe, isn’t it? This tape?
”

“
A safe?
”

“
A safe! A vault! If you can’t secure this cassette, then I’m stopping
right now. If this tape got into the wrong hands, there could be major
repercussions
. Major
ones.
”

“
Relax, Mr. Birdsey. All of your medical records are safeguarded,
including the tapes of our discussions. You have my word. Now, we were
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talking before about your brother. Is he a good brother?
”

No answer.

“
Mr. Birdsey? I asked you if your brother is a good brother.
”

“
He’s average.
”

I shook my head. Had to smile. “Now there’s a rousing endorsement,” I said.

“
I went to his class once. When he was a teacher. I was an invited
guest
.”

He was?

“
You were?
”

“
My mother and I went. It was an open house at his school.
”

“
Yes?
”

“
People thought I was Dominick. One of the parents came up to me
and thanked me for helping her daughter.
”

“
So you and your brother are hard to tell apart?
”

“Very, very
hard. Especially now that he wears contacts. When we
were younger, he had to wear glasses and I didn’t. Then it was easy to tell
us apart. We were like Clark Kent and Superman.
”

Yeah, right, I thought. Thomas as the Man of Steel.

“I
was going to be a teacher, like him. That’s what I had decided to be.

Then things took a turn.
”

“
A turn? What kind of turn?
”

“
I was called. Chosen by God. And then, almost immediately, they
started pursuing me. What nobody in America seems to realize—least of
all His Majesty George Herbert Walker Bush—is the similarity in their
names: S-A-D-D-A-M. S-A-T-A-N. Get it? Get it? GET IT?
”

“His train of thought is like channel-surfing, isn’t it?” I said.

“
He was nice to his students. My brother. They liked him. They
respected his brains. But he quit.
”

“
Why?
”

“
I don’t know. Something happened.
”

“
What was that?
”

“
I forget. I don’t want to talk about it.
”

“
And what does he do for a living now? Your brother?
”

“
I forget.
”

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You forget?
”

“
He paints houses. I tell him, ‘Watch out for the radioactive paint,
Dominick,’ but he doesn’t listen to me. What do
I
know, right? I’m just
the crazy brother.
”

“Do you hear that, Dominick?” Dr. Patel said. “In his own way, he is
still
worrying about your safety.”

“
Mr. Birdsey, let’s change the subject for a minute. Shall we?
”

“
Suit yourself. What do I care?
”

“
Why don’t we talk a little about what happened in the dining room
at breakfast today? Do you remember what happened? The problem in
the dining room?
”

“
I didn’t start it. They did.
”

“
Who?
”

His voice thinned—revved up a little. “
I’m just sick of it, that’s all.

They think they’re such a covert operation, but they’re not. They’re so
obvious, it’s pathetic. I just wanted to let them know what amateurs they
are.
”

“
Who?
”

“
How should I know? They’re both after me. Either side would love to
eat my flesh and drink my blood.
” He made a succession of weird gulping sounds.

“
Are you afraid of something, Mr. Birdsey? Is that why you shouted
and threw your food?
”

Pause. “
Can I go now? I’m tired. When I agreed to enter this witness
protection program, I didn’t think I’d have to be interviewed all day long
by underlings. No one said a word about interrogation. I’d prefer to speak
to someone at the top.
”

“
Could you answer my question, please? Are you afraid?
”

His voice sounded near tears. “
Personally, I think it’s the CIA.

They’ve messed with me before, you know? Beamed infrared lights on me.

Sucked out my thoughts like they were sucking a milkshake up a straw.

You think that’s a pretty sight? Seeing your own gray matter go up a vacuum tube? Now I forget things, thanks to them. I FORGET things! I
want to concentrate my efforts on the Persian Gulf—I want to be of service to God and my country—to let people know that God wants them to
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