After I introduced them, he went to get more chairs. "Hi, Johnny." "Hello. I don't know you." "Well, I used to know you. This is my friend Veronica." "Hello, Veronica. You have hair like the woman in the Clairol ad." She smiled and moved to shake his hand. His first reaction was to pull back. Then, like a frightened but interested animal, he slowly put his big one out and they shook. She spoke to him in a gentle voice. "Sam told me you know all the commercials." Frannie came back in with two chairs. "Johnny's the King of Commercial. That's what we wete doing when you came in -- he was doing the old 'Call for Phillllip Mor-ris!' ad. So sit down, join the festivities." "My mother died. Frannie came to my house." We nodded and waited for him to go on. "He was nice, but he went into my room and took my books. They're my books, Frannie. They're not yours." "Take it easy, big guy. I got a friend of mine to come over and talk to Johnny. He's a clinical psychologist over at the state hospital." Frannie sat back in his chair, put his arms over his head and stretched.
