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The question relieved everyone; and Sarah was talking work again。 ‘She‘s been through the most crucial period。 If there were going to be a serious withdrawal reaction; it would have happened already。 She may still have periods of agitation; brought on by external stress; for example。 In that case you have the phenobarb; and I‘ve already written out instructions for you; but she‘s gutting it out。 Her personality is far stronger than she appreciates。 You‘re smart enough to see if she‘s having a bad time。 If so; make her … make her … take one of the tablets。‘
The idea of forcing her to do anything bridled Kelly。 ‘Look; doc; I can‘t … ‘
‘Shut up; John。 I don‘t mean jamming it down her throat。 If you tell her that she really needs it; she‘s going to listen to you; okay?‘
‘How long?‘
‘For another week; maybe ten days;‘ Sarah said after a moment‘s reflection。
‘And then?‘
‘Then you can think about the future you two might have together;‘ Sarah told him。
Sam felt uneasy getting this personal。 ‘I want her fully checked out; Kelly。 When‘s the next time you‘re due into Baltimore?‘
‘A couple of weeks; maybe sooner。 Why?‘
Sarah handled that: ‘I wasn‘t able to do a very thorough exam。 She hasn‘t seen a physician in a long time; and I‘ll feel better if she has a CPX … plete history and physical。 Who do you think; Sam?‘
‘You know Madge North?‘
‘She‘ll do;‘ Sarah thought。 ‘You know; Kelly; it wouldn‘t hurt for you to get checked out; too。‘
‘Do I look sick?‘ Kelly held his arms out; allowing them to survey the magnificence of his body。
‘Don‘t give me that crap;‘ Sarah snapped back。 ‘When she shows up; you show up。 I want to make sure you‘re both pletely healthy … period。 Got it?‘
‘Yes; ma‘am。‘
‘One more thing; and I want you to hear me through;‘ Sarah went on。 ‘She needs to see a psychiatrist。‘
‘Why?‘
‘John; life isn‘t a movie。 People don‘t put their problems behind and ride into a sunset in real life; okay? She‘s been sexually abused。 She‘s been on drugs。 Her self…esteem isn‘t very high right now。 People in her position blame themselves for being victims。 The right kind of therapy can help to fix that。 What you‘re doing is important; but she needs professional help; too。 Okay?‘
Kelly nodded。 ‘Okay。‘
‘Good;‘ Sarah said; looking up at him。 ‘I like you。 You listen well。‘
‘Do I have a choice; ma‘am?‘ Kelly inquired with a twisted grin。
She laughed。 ‘No; not really。‘
‘She‘s always this pushy;‘ Sam told Kelly。 ‘She really ought to be a nurse。 Docs are supposed to be more civilized。 Nurses are the ones who push us around。‘ Sarah kicked her husband playfully。
‘Then I better never run into a nurse;‘ Kelly said; leading them back off the dock。
Pam ended up sleeping just over ten hours; and without benefit of barbiturates; though she did awaken with a crushing headache which Kelly treated with aspirin。
‘Get Tylenol;‘ Sarah told him。 ‘Easier on the stomach。‘ The pharmacologist made a show of checking Pam again while Sam packed up their gear。 On the whole she liked what she saw。 ‘I want you to gain five pounds before I see you again。‘
‘But …‘
‘And John‘s going to bring you in to see us so that we can get you pletely checked out … two weeks; say?‘
‘Yes; ma‘am。‘ Kelly nodded surrender again。
‘But…‘
‘Pam; they ganged up on me。 I have to go in; too;‘ Kelly reported in a remarkably docile voice。
‘You have to leave so early?‘
Sarah nodded。 ‘We really should have left last night; but what the hell。‘ She looked at Kelly。 ‘If you don‘t show up like I said; I‘ll call you and scream。‘
‘Sarah。 Jesus; you‘re a pushy broad!‘
‘You should hear what Sam says。‘
Kelly walked her out to the dock; where Sam‘s boat was already rumbling with life。 She and Pam hugged。 Kelly tried just to shake hands; but had to submit to a kiss。 Sam jumped down to shake their hands。
‘New charts!‘ Kelly told the surgeon。
‘Aye; Cap‘n。‘
‘I‘ll get the lines。‘
Rosen was anxious to show him what he‘d learned。 He backed out; drawing mainly on his starboard shaft and turning his Hatteras within her own length。 The man didn‘t forget。 A moment later Sam increased power on both engines and drove straight out; heading directly for water he knew to be deep。 Pam just stood there; holding Kelly‘s hand; until the boat was a white speck on the horizon。
‘I forgot to thank her;‘ Pam said finally。
‘No; you didn‘t。 You just didn‘t say it; that‘s all。 So how are you today?‘
‘My headache‘s gone。‘ She looked up at him。 Her hair needed washing; but her eyes were clear and there was a spring in her step。 Kelly felt the need to kiss her; which he did。 ‘So what do we do now?‘
‘We need to talk;‘ Pam said quietly。 ‘It‘s time。‘
‘Wait here。‘ Kelly went back into the shop and returned with a pair of folding lounge chairs。 He gestured her into one。 ‘Now tell me how terrible you are。‘
Pamela Starr Madden was three weeks shy of her twenty…first birthday; Kelly learned; finally discovering her surname as well。 Born to a lower…working…class family in the Panhandle region of northern Texas; she‘d grown up under the firm hand of a father who was the sort of man to make a Baptist minister despair。 Donald Madden was a man who understood the form of religion; but not the substance; who was strict because he didn‘t know how to love; who drank from frustration with life … and was angry at himself for that; too … yet never managed to e to terms with it。 When his children misbehaved; he beat them; usually with a belt or a switch of wood until his conscience kicked in; something which did not always happen sooner than fatigue。 Never a happy child; the final straw for Pam had e on the day after her sixteenth birthday; when she‘d stayed late at a church function and ended up going on what was almost a date with friends; feeling that she finally had the right to do so。 There hadn‘t even been a kiss at the end of it from the boy whose household was almost as restrictive as her own。 But that hadn‘t mattered to Donald Madden。 Arriving home at ten…twenty on a Friday evening; Pam came into a house whose lights blazed with anger; there to face an enraged father and a thoroughly cowed mother。
‘The things he said 。。。‘ Pam was looking down at the grass as she spoke。 ‘I didn‘t do any of that。 I didn‘t even think of doing it; and Albert was so innocent。。。 but so was I; then。‘
Kelly squeezed her hand。 ‘You don‘t have to tell me any of this; Pam。‘ But she did have to; and Kelly knew that; and so he continued to listen。
After sustaining the worst beating of her sixteen years; Pamela Madden had slipped out her first…floor bedroom window and walked the four miles to the center of the bleak; dusty town。 She‘d caught a Greyhound bus for Houston before dawn; only because it had been the first bus; and it hadn‘t occurred to her to get off anywhere in between。 So far as she could determine; her parents had never even reported her as missing。 A series of menial jobs and even worse housing in Houston had merely given emphasis to her misery; and in short order she‘d decided to head elsewhere。 With what little money she‘d saved; she‘d caught yet another bus … this one Continental Trailways … and stopped in New Orleans。 Scared; thin; and young; Pam had never learned that there were men who preyed on young runaways。 Spotted almost at once by a well…dressed and smooth…talking twenty…five…year…old named Pierre Lamarck; she‘d taken his offer of shelter and assistance after he had sprung for dinner and sympathy。 Three days later he had bee her first lover。 A week after that; a firm slap across the face had coerced the sixteen…year…old girl into her second sexual adventure; this one with a salesman from Springfield; Illinois; whom Pam had reminded of his own daughter … so much so that he‘d engaged her for the entire evening; paying Lamarck two hundred fifty dollars for the experience。 The day after that; Pam had emptied one of her pimp‘s pill containers down her throat; but only managed to make herself vomit; earning a savage beating for the defiance。
Kelly listened to the story with a serene lack of reaction; his eyes steady; his breathing regular。 Inwardly it was another story entirely。 The girls he‘d had in Vietnam; the little childlike ones; and the few he‘d taken since Tish‘s death。 It had never occurred to him that those young women might not have enjoyed their life and work。 He‘d never even thought about it; accepting their feigned reactions as genuine human feelings … for wasn‘t he a decent; honorable man? But he had paid for the services of young women whose collective story might not have been the least bit different from Pam‘s; and the shame of it burned inside him like a torch。
By nieen; she‘d escaped Lamarck and three more pimps; always finding herself caught with another。 One in Atlanta had enjoyed whipping his girls in front of his peers; usually using light cords。 Another in Chicago had started Pam on heroin; the better to control a girl he deemed a little too independent; but she‘d left him the next day; proving him right。 She‘d watched another girl die in front of her eyes from a hot…shot of uncut drugs; and that frightened her more than the threa

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