“How’d it go with the psychologist?” He hadn’t particularly enjoyed cooling his heels in the facility’s lobby while the shrink had questioned Karen, but he understood he wasn’t family. Not yet. Bye wasn’t even sure Karen would marry him unless Slade got to the point that he could be trusted not to blow everybody named Caden off the face of the earth.“She wasn’t particularly encouraging about the prospect of getting Pop sober on a permanent basis, but she mentioned that he was babbling about a feud when she tried to talk with him after they got him out of the ambulance and settled in his room.” She covered his hand with hers and laced their fingers together.“Apparently the philosophy of the facility is to treat the underlying causes of addiction instead of treating addiction itself as an incurable illness. I told her what I know about the feud, which isn’t much. She seems to think that if we can give her an accurate account of what happened to start it and what has gone on over the years to fuel the hate and resentment, she may be able to help Pop work through it.”Bye hoped so.
