progressive dementia, or a tumorâlooking through these materials, by the way at some point Iâd like to find out from you why it is sheâs been through so many analyses without getting on a single program before this. Grace is, or has the model physiognomy for this, reddish-blonde hair believe it or not is common in migrainous females, as is Graceâs appetite coupled with the fact that she isââ
âShe is awfully thin,â Erin said.
âIâm not too worried about that, but some of these other things are more unusual. For instance, that these phosphenes precede her full scotoma, well ⦠Grace, youâre a rather extraordinary girl, whether you like it or not.â
I smiled, liking it that I was extraordinary.
âAnd it hasnât the least thing to do with teethââwhich meant, of course, upon Fawâs hearing that it was still all his fault, just as the âgoddamned crooked teethâ had been (thereâd been no crooked teeth in Motherâs family, as she pointed out to the doctor, from where she sat in the chair near the door, her already narrow and pale face appearing thinner, whiter, under the fluorescents of the office). When Faw mentioned to Dr. Trudeau he sensed he should feel responsible somehow about her condition, Trudeauâs response was that, no, that while âthe gene pool doesnât lie,â megrims donât seem to run down family trees.
At the end of the fourth or fifth visit with us Trudeau got some insight into why and how the case had gone through so many hands. She had prescribed ergotamine, a âpaso-constrictor,â which sounded like a kind of big murderous African snake, and recommended that to prevent hyperventilation I breathe into a paper bag, which I should always keep nearby. I wondered at her masculine face, which I thought was handsome, but not as handsome as either my fatherâs, or Desmondâs, âLike under my pillow?â
Dr. Trudeau straightened the chart papers on her desk and smiled. âUnder your pillow would be fine.â
âLike, where the sandman lives?â and as I said it I noticed a rod of light flowered upside down through the clinic office.
âAnd breathe in, out, in, out, as deeply as you can, into the bag. Just think of the bag as your friend,â and turning to my father catching him just as he was about to interrupt again, âonce learned never forgotten, like swimming, there are precursors to this, and if inductions are ferreted out, like in her case this additional structure of fear which induces hyperventilation, and from what sheâs said and what I can piece together I believe that even mild circumoral paraesthesiaââ
Faw frowned. âExcuse me, but at the risk of sounding coarse Iâve got a lot to do still today. Itâs not these headaches, but the flare man stuff thatââ
âMigraines are not headaches, Mr. Brush.â
âI like the flare man okay.â
âShe needs quiet, support, understandingâitâs the only way to help her to be rid of her fears.â
I protested, âIâm not afraid.â
âGrace has nothing on earth to be afraid of,â Mother said, and straightened her back; how was it these doctors always made her feel defensive?âShe has a family that loves her sheâs got that lassie apso, lassoââ
âThat was Damsel, Bung is a beagle.â
Dr. Trudeau continued, âGrace. This dog, is this the dog you said your brotherâis it Burke is his name?âdropped out the apartment window?â
âWhat did, did Grace tell you that?â
âIs that true?â
As I said, âYes,â Faw said, âChrist almighty thatâs not the way, thatâs not what happened, totally fallacious, that dog was constantly getting himself into one jam after another, did you tell the doctor about how Midge ran him in the clothes dryer, she heard the