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into chairs drawn up in front of his imposing desk, then walked around behind the desk and sat down in a high-backed leather chair. “Welcome to the Institute. How was your flight?”
    “Very comfortable,” replied Dr. Cogan. “From now on, I’m going to fly by ambulance.”
    Corder chuckled. “How about you, Lily?”
    “Well, for once I didn’t get airsick.” She wasn’t sure why that was funny, but both doctors chuckled. “Is that your family?” Nodding toward a triptych picture frame on the desk: blond woman on the left, blond teenage girl on the right, and in the center a snapshot of a younger, thinner Corder in a green smock, his surgical mask dangling from his neck as he cradled a newborn baby in his arms.
    “My wife, Cheryl; my daughter, Alison; I, ah, don’t know who that cute devil in the middle is.”
    Suddenly it was all too much for Lily—the picture of the helpless baby in its father’s arms had sent the old sadness stealing over her. Where other people had childhoods, happier or unhappier by degree, Lily had a great dark hole inside her from which her childhood had been violently torn. And as if that weren’t bad enough, now her grandparents were both dead and she was being institutionalized. Ashes, ashes, she thought. All…fall…
    “Lily, no!” Dr. Cogan leapt from her chair as the girl buried her face in her hands; she grabbed Lily’s wrists and forced them apart. “Stay with us, honey, you need to stay with us.”
    Corder had jumped to his feet. “Alter switch?”
    Cogan nodded; Lily struggled halfheartedly to free her hands.
    “No, let her,” said Corder softly.
    But it was too late. Still herself, Lily glanced up, embarrassed, as the psychiatrists sat down again. “Sorry about that.”
    “Don’t be,” said Corder. “Before we’re done, you and I, I’m going to want to meet all your alters. I have something very important to teach them.”
    “What’s that?” Lily wanted to know; so did Irene Cogan.
    “That they’re not welcome here—that their, ah, time is up.”
    “I don’t think they’re going to like that,” said Lily, almost inaudibly.
    “Makes no never mind what they like or don’t like,” said Corder folksily. “Around here we’re much more concerned with reinforcing the original personality—that’s you, young lady.”
    “I know that,” said Lily; the doctors chuckled pleasantly, pointlessly again, as though she’d been cracking jokes left and right.
    “The way we do that is by making you as happy and comfortable as possible. Gourmet cuisine or comfort food, as you prefer—I warn you, you may put on a few pounds; I certainly have.” He patted his belly. “Walks in the arboretum, swimming in the lap pool, movies in our own little theater—basically anything that will help you avoid stress, since stress is the number-one trigger for alter switches.”
    “No kidding,” said Lily, to another round of forced chuckles.
    “That’s the spirit,” said Corder. “Now, if you’re both ready, I’d like to show you around. And if you don’t mind, Irene, there’s someone I’d like Lily to meet. Someone who’s, ah, been through what she’s been through, and come out the other side.”
    It took Irene another few seconds to realize what Corder had in mind; when it dawned on her, she felt a sudden chill, followed by a churning in her lower bowel, as if she’d just polished off a plateful of bad mussels.
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    No matter how badly Lyssy’s day was going, he always felt better in the arboretum. His senses started coming alive the moment he passed through the entrance arch, two red-lacquered vertical timbers supporting a slanting, overlapping red lintel beam, which together, according to Dr. Corder, formed an oriental character symbolizing tranquillity. Lyssy drank in the dappled light, the satisfying crunch of the blue-gray pea gravel underfoot, the dry biting scent of the evergreens, the harsh chatter of the jays.
    Sitting with Dr. Al on a marble bench