barking so he didnât go through the whole cycle but he had plenty of time to cough up all over the laundry before she could turn it off and get him out of there, so thatâs not accurate about my son throwing him out the window.â
âDid you get her, that is to say did you replaceâall that concerns us here is whether this symptom complex, because this isnât a disease, you remember my telling you about the variant familial hemiplegic migraine, because I donât think this stops hereââ
âI mean he diedââ
âDamsel was a she and she went to heaven, really a darling she was more darling than Bung is although Bung is a darling, too.â
âRight, see?, Bung, another one of the sameââ
âNo, Damsel was a lasso apso.â I smoothed down my skirt over my thighs, straightening every fold in every pleat.
âDr. Trudeau? Listen. I respect you, I love Grace, I have a schedule this afternoon that will not allow, what, if youâll pardon me, do dogs have to do with anything?â
âAnything, as you well must know in business, may have anything to do with anything. As Blau has suggested, as different as grand and petit mal, incidents of an epileptic natureââ
âThis isnât epilepsy.â
âI never said it was, if youâll hear me throughââ
And I interrupted, âThose horny toads died, they dried all up.â
âWhat?â
Trudeau proceeded, holding my fatherâs eye as best she could, âWhen Graceâand Grace you should be listening to what Iâm saying, too, dearâwhen you find yourself hyperventilating, which means youâre finding it hard to slow down your breathing, the simplest way for you to regain a regular breathing pace is for you to breathe into a paper bag, all right?â
âOkay,â what that again?
âIn and out, and Grace you must concentrate on breathing slowly and regularly, just like counting sheep.â
But I said, thinking of the orchard apples, âThey looked like the shrunk head Desmond got from India,â and the doctor reprimanded, âGrace, listen to me,â but Faw corrected me, âBrazil, Grace, itâs Brazil,â and explaining to Trudeau, âI was down there on business, brought the children something from Brazil.â
âThose shrunk heads was gross,â I concluded.
âNeither of you is hearing a word Iâm saying,â as she glanced at her watch.
I looked up at the panels in the dropped ceiling. We were back to square one. Eggshell white crawling with half-paralyzed worms. They stayed in place, and they smelled like rock candy, smelled of nothing. Which was to say they didnât carry the scent of apricot, which was the smell I most often associated with my visions. They didnât slither much like any of the worms Iâd ever seen on television, just boring worms I would step on if I could get my foot up there to the ceiling. Except no, I thought, then the bottom of my foot would be gooshed-up with boring worm juiceâ
âSo now, letâs just to conclude: what you recommend, let me understand exactly, what you recommend as antidote to all this, her face disappearing, these flare peopleââand I would have sighed here with loving exasperation, and wouldnât have corrected him, but would feel kind of sorry for having to put him and Mother and all of them through thisââwaving to her in the tree, peach smellsââ
âItâs apricot,â Mother asserted from her chair, and I smiled back over my shoulder at her. She looked white as the bald white paint of the wall.
ââis to stick her head in a bag.â As he spoke heâd slipped on his jacket, which had lain in his lap, rather neatly folded as Dr. Trudeau had noticed. I now stared at Dr. Trudeauâs shoes, tidy matte leather pumps, delicate for work shoes, pointed and with some extra