I leaned back against the lounger. ‘But what does he think is wrong with her? Why does he think she’s doing that?’ ‘He said he found her delightful. Very articulate.’ ‘Daddy, she was purposely trying to be delightful. You know Mama.’ ‘Well, then,’ he said with a smile, ‘things can’t be too bad, can they? Not if she can do that.’ ‘Daddy. What did the doctor say? What’s the matter with her? What are we going to do about it?’ ‘He said he didn’t think it was too serious. Something about a personality disorder, about her being obsessed at the moment with this thing about Klaus.’ ‘We didn’t need a psychiatrist to tell us that. We know she’s obsessed. Even Megs can tell that. But what are we going to do about it? About the Watermans? What about my ever getting to go back to school again?’ My father reached down and picked up one of the framed photos of Mama he kept on his desk. ‘He wants to keep seeing her. Every Wednesday. To try and sort it out for her.
